Mirakee
An ocean is a myriad of secrets and treasures, all beneath the insidious...
Its mysterious yet beautiful
Its dangerous yet intriguing
Its exhilarating yet calming
Its deathly yet hypnotizing
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Trust life a little bit ~ Maya Angelou #passionbookworm
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Read MoreIf I ever had a chance
to choose my end,
I'd be floating in the water,
the waves making me smile,
as they rock me back and forth,
Lulling me to a restful sleep,
the sky would look warm,
the sun grinning at me,
telling me it's okay,
That I won't be all alone...
Gradually, I'd go deeper,
Explore the beauty beneath,
The water turning bluer,
Hidden from the world,
Listening to the age old mysteries
of sunk ships and secret possessions,
Satiating my curiosity,
The resplendent life inside,
Succumbing to their fate...
And eventually, I'll reach,
The deepest, darkest pit
Within the vast entirety
Of the blue, black, abyss
Where I lay beyond the world,
In peace, happiness, and content,
Accepting the truth of life,
And pleased with the outcome...
I lay succumbing to my choice of fate...
©passionbookworm
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Promise me dearest
That when the night sinks in
Dim yet pleasant
You'll look at the lustrous stars
Close your eyes
And imagine me,
By your side
You won't ever feel disheartened
For I'll be there
Like the wind
Gently caressing your face
Softly kissing your lips
And hugging you tight
Quietly whispering against your ear
That it'll be alright
Even when I won't be
I'll always be there
By your side
Humming our favorite tune
Guiding through light
And lulling you to sleep
When you need me
Darling, that's my promise
You won't ever be lonely
Coz, I'll be there for you
By your side
I'll be right there
©passionbookworm
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@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiCoz Darling,
that's my promise
I'll be there for you
By your side
Whenever you need me
I'll be right there
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I know it's a long post and I hope it'll be worth the read. Thank you for your time.
People change....with age, with experience, with circumstances, with people..... We all change, as life moves on, as we go ahead, embarking on different adventures and emotions. We have different roads to go to, different destinations to reach. Sometimes, the situation forces us on a particular path, irrespective of whether we wish to go there. Other times, we choose our own path, unbeknownst to the threats we may find in the way, unbeknownst to the fact that the road may or may not lead to the destination we desire to reach, the dreams we wish to fulfill and the success we hope to attain. We do not know what the future holds. No one knows it. But the way we plan our next day, a week after, a few months later, a couple of years and our whole future, its all hope.......we hope to live, we plan to live. And we definitely plan to live our lives a particular way.
But not everyone gets their wishes fulfilled. And not every time things happen the way we want them to. We all have our own tests to survive, pain to endure and problems to overcome. We find ourselves in situations and we are stuck. This was not in the plan. What to do now? We were not prepared for this. Everyone has their own set of circumstances and struggles where they can't find a way out without altering their so called perfect dream. We all are needed to take a detour at some point in life, so that we could think better, plan better and find a better solution, for a better future.
There are many who give in when they are not able to cope up......when they can't decide what to do next. They can't survive in this situation and they can't find a way out. So they give in. They lack the patience and will to fight, or perhaps they grew tired of fighting, without seeing any results. Other times, they just continue to sustain....not live, just sustain. They continue to exist, not showing any emotions, doing whatever best they could think of, at that point of time, and just get on with it. They wake up every morning, without any hopes, because they are now exhausted of hoping. They realize that hopes only hold you back, they just prove how pathetic you and your situation is. For whatever reasons, they stop hoping. They do their work of the day, eat whenever they could and sleep at night without any dreams. Because, like hope, they have also lost their faith in dreams. So they continue to exist in a particular routine.
But then, things change. Not every time it changes to good, but after a long time of existing, they have come to accept the truth. They see things happen differently. For so long, they have lived the routine that even the slightest change seems like a big one. They get a chance to leave their existing life and go back......to their old life, to the life which would be related to their old one, to their old acquaintances and friends and relations. They get a chance to go back. Now, after so long, they finally have a choice - to stay the way they are right now, or move towards betterment. They are tempted to leave at first dawn, they are all packed and waiting for the minutes to go by. They couldn't sleep. And somewhere, during their sleepless night, they come to a realization, they come to an acceptance. They need to change according to the demands of life. They need to change their way of living, they need to change their expectations from life and they need to change their perspective of life. Its not always white or black. Its not always good or bad. Sometimes, there is also a grey, which people usually don't see. But when they do, they realize that things are fine. They are fine. As long as they have the chance to change their future, they will be fine. They are in a better place now. They are a better person now. They are not the same person they used to be. They have changed. Life has changed them. And somehow they can't imagine themselves to go back. They feel they have moved forward with their lives and they like it here. They don't want to change anything, not right now. Because this is how they wish to stay. They would change and mould as and when required, because its the way of life. But they won't go back. They will move forward but would never go back. They are at peace now because they know that at the end, it will all be worth it.
Change is necessary, it teaches you great lessons, it make you realize how little you know of the world, it helps you accept and adjust, it makes you feel all kinds of emotions, it gives you a different kind of hope, a mature kind where you are not stuck in your forever, but you understand the importance and value of everything. Change teaches you things that you have no other way of learning and understanding. Change makes you mature, in your thoughts, in your mind, in your wisdom. Change makes you wise. And finally you embrace the change, to live further. Because what is the point of living, when you don't let life change you?
©passionbookworm
"Life's altered you, as it's altered me.
What would be the point of living if we didn't let life change us?"
- Downton Abbey
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I have seen the soothing blue of the ocean, while walking on the sand and felt its coarse dampness on my vamp.
I have felt the mist of bedewed grass and the nip of the crisp air around my eyelets, as I traversed through the moist curtilage.
I have paced on the cemented pavements, fraying my outsole off, as I wait, rather impatiently, for my partner, right outside the cafe.
I have experienced the bare callousness of my owner's skin on my insole, when he was late for his routine and wore me in a hurry.
I have endured the sweat and filth on my collar, when I was out on a run, on the wet and muddy grounds after the downpour.
I have bore the wetness and sharpness of tongue and teeth on my toe, of lovely Max, when he most often tried to chew on me as his dinner.
I have been pierced by the prick through my midsole, when I was all torn and worn, to be given a second chance to life.
I have undergone washes, scrubbing and scraping all over, to make me clean and keep me longer.
I have suffered through a lot, and been amazed at plenty, for that has been my story.
Some think me sleazy, some think me sangfroid, but I say, I have worked hard and now I'm proud.
©passionbookworm
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@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiI have walked onto graveyards,
trampled on soil and grime,
run marathons on boulevards,
flown in an airplane sublime,
I have waltzed on the Elvis'
Felt the rush in the bar
I have travelled on the ferris
Watching the shore afar
I have danced around the meadows
Made memories on strolls
Digged through the burrows
In hopes of finding goals
I have seen the break of day
And the blackness of the night
The world, a beautiful ballet
Under the esoteric twilight
I have been trodden on
With no regard bestowed
I have played a loyal pawn
Even when pushed and towed
But when you think of me
Think me just a cypher
Even if you agree
That I have been your anchor
Coz darling, if I could ever speak
I'd say I had a good time
The earth a place of mystique
A fine creation of water, soil and grime
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Up above the hills
Among the field of daffodils
A manic echo heard
Oh, it was the beast, fettered
Finally caught blue and battered
Prayers of the ton answered
The danger now terminated
'Twas the night of the decade
Vestures covered with dirt, bloodstained
The strength from the fight regained
Gathered, the great unwashed
To see the beast all squashed
Excitement mixed with agitation
Condemning sense of alleviation
Safety and security now accomplished
This moment, they celebrated and cherished
With heads held high, and egos down
Danced, feasted and laughed the whole town
The death of the beast still beguiled
'Twas the end of the untamed and wild
' Twas the merry call of the wild
©passionbookworm
I'm not sure if it makes sense to you guys. It just came to my mind and I went on with it. Thank you for your challenge ma' am.
#ego #wod #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #cees_cw_chall #callofthewild #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiThe voice thundered, feral and riled
'Twas the enraged roar of the wild
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The stars shine down even in darkness, they give you light. They give you hope, a hope that the future may be better.
Yes, dreams do come true, if you believe in them.
I wanted to use Vincent van Gogh's " The Starry Night" as my background for this write-up. If you guys feel that it doesn't suit, or is inappropriate, let me know and I'll change it. Thank you for your time.
#stars #wod #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiInnumerous stars
etched in the dark sky,
An opus of picturesque illusion,
Brightening the cosmos
with galore luminance
after twilight,
Enticing people to dream,
A hope, a promise
that they come true,
only if you believe.
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#chaos #pod #wod #acrostic #writersnetwork #mirakee #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiCHAOS
Clamor of incomprehensible thoughts
Hopeless emotion, incessant torment
Adorned with numerous scars
Overwhelming desire for hiatus
Subjugated, resentful demise
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You're my most favorite lyric and my least favorite tune...
Lyrics I can listen with my heart,
But the tune I never liked,
Like an electric guitar,
You seep into my heart
Boldly, fearlessly,
Unceremoniously,
You make me unable
to bury its haughtiness,
overlook its audacity,
And, escape its madness
Yet,
You make it unseemingly difficult
To forget its melody
For, it has already pierced my heart
In ways unimaginable
And inevitable...
©passionbookworm
#writersnetwork #mirakee #melody #pod #song #poetry #poem #love #heart #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiYou're like a song
that stays on the
tip of my tongue
all the time,
yet I don't remember
its name...
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Oh no! Don't do it
Don't do it, I tell you
I've been there
I've seen you
Through all the pain
you've endured
Through all the fight
you put up
And through all the strength
you showed
I've seen you
through it all
Your every cry
to feel more
to hang on
to stop this anguish
to accept defeat
and to feel numb...
Yet, you bounce back
Harder than ever
After being trampled on
time and again
You still rise above
Coz that's who you are
Coz that's what you have become
Strong, brave and fearless
You haven't give up yet
Even after everything
Coz you're not easily taken
So I ask, why?
Why now?
When you've been trying
To cross the tunnel
And reach the end
When you're already midway
After suffering through
so many problems
When you've fought
so long for yourself
Why give up now,
when you're not far
When you're so near
to your destination
Why are you letting
all your efforts go vain?
When you just need
to be strong for some
Just endure a little bit more
And you'll be there
Where you wanna be
You'll reach the light
And you'd be free
So I say it again
Don't do it
Don't give up
For happiness is
the ultimate goal
And you're already
halfway through
Don't give up
For you can see the light
And breath better
For you'll emerge
A better being
A stronger, braver
And wiser soul
For you'll fall in love
With your own person
Right now,
You just need to keep going
For some more
And we'll be there
We'll be there
©passionbookworm
#writersnetwork #mirakee #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiJust hold on
Fight harder
Give it all and more
For its you
And only you
Till the end
©passionbookworm
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My soul screams,
Screams the lullaby,
Lullaby of my pain,
Pain caused by your stabs,
Stabs which signify your weakness,
Weakness the word, you're scared of,
Of those certain facts,
Facts which complete our life,
Life, a bittersweet journey.
©zoya_charmz -
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*Shy monkey emoji* | 27 Feb
Okay, this one's gonna be silly. You may ignore.
It may turn out to be funny though.
I am having a writing fever these days, idk if everybody here has it or not but when I am suffering *not really "suffering"* from the writing fever, I can't really stop from penning down my thoughts. Ideas and words just bombard my mind and I am almost unstoppable *that's what my bio says*
I don't even know if we have a technical term to define it but atleast that's what I call it.
Anyways, THIS WAS NOT THE POINT.
Why I started writing is because I was imagining a mirakee gathering!
YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT!
Now, sit with your back straight *no slouching* and try your best to not consider me foolish talking about this nonsense.
And by the way, what do you expect me to come up with when every single day someone or the other is showering love over mirakee with their posts. I mean there is too much love for this platform these days. Some day the challenge says to pen down your mirakee journey, some day it says to write a letter to mirakee or some day we don't even need a reason, like today. *Touch wood*
What if we really one day have a mirakee gathering? What if?
Have you all ever thought about it? I mean how adorable it will be, to have our blank nervous dumb *no offence, I am talking about mine* faces meeting those whom we interact with almost daily. What will that feeling be like, meeting people who feel like home but still far away?
I mean HOW ARE WE GONNA REACT?
Again, I sound really silly thinking about this right now but isn't it just too interesting to think about.
Maybe this is impossible but what if mirakee reaches such heights where the wn reposts get millions of likes *okay now that's too much popularity* and then decides to hold a party for the people like us who have been a part of their family from the very start when even 30 likes were considered as 300.
*You are smiling but you are calling me stupid too, ik*
Imagine.
Let me try and decode this.
We enter....*no further details, error: time machine not invented*
This is sounding too much.
I'll cut to chase. The feeling.
Will we be passing awkward smiles and silence, calling each other by usernames*haha, now that's some real imagination* or maybe to break the ice, we'll just comment on each other's post and talk there *this seems to have a good possibility*
Or maybe we'll just keep sipping our favourite beverage in hand, stealing glances of faces we see behind what they write and think, "Ahh..this person looks pretty calm but look at her posts, all wild and dark."
Or wait..will it be the opposite? Running to the centre, hugging and shaking hands with each other, recognising everybody and feeling so close. There will be no awkward silence to overcome, no discover section to run to and no repost button to click to connect. We would just not be able to stop blabbering and we'll click infinite memories. It will just be gestures and laughs connecting us together.
*This is beautiful*
Secondly, will we eventually realise that the people whom we imagined were much different in reality? The ones who wrote paragraphs *like me* sit timidly in the corner of the hall looking at how all of you get together so well. This is dark, very dark. *Just kidding*
I'll not be that one. I will be the clumsy one, trying to recognise everyone, creating awkward moments to pull my hair in future as to why did I react that way, jumping here and there. *Again kidding*
To be honest, I don't know how will I be! This is the reason I started writing this at first place. I know it is really funny and silly *like I have already said* to think about this, but still, there is no harm imagining, right?
How do you think will you be if that happens?
THIS IS 100 PERCENT MY FIRST DECLARED #TEMP POST!
*This post is the one, which in future after reading, I will pull my hair and question the existence of my brain*
Please don't unfollow me after this
EDIT: I am an official fool for calling myself a fool because I realised all of us are fools.
(Calling fools because love is between fools *cheesy enough*)
I mean look at the comment section.
Everybody wants to meet *crying emojis*
I was not the only one *happy tears*
Not going to be temp, keeping your feelings about this meet *I hope it happens* which was unsaid for almost everyone, safe and sound, happy?
©_create_23
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Read MoreA chain verse is a verse in which either the last word of each line becomes the first word of next line or the last line of each stanza becomes the first line of next stanza. It is believed that chain verse emerged in the Middle Ages and the line or word that poets wanted the listeners to register was repeated in above mentioned manner.
--Today, write a creative chain verse.--
Tag with #chainverse and share.
#wodChain verse
I found home in poetry
Poetry finds home in silence
Silence stays longer than people
People pass away like seasons! -
asmita_chakraborty
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Read MoreAphorism of Expressions
Those towers of thoughts enthralls us
We look about for answers, hysteric.
But that deliberate man claims he knows
From where the name of profound came.
He claims to have visioned the abstract nouns
Observed the null in the myriad cloud
Discovered a pair in the forlorn minds
He isn't a man of power nor a nature of ruler.
He looks like a preacher with no cathedral
He says he worships nature,He is a observer.
He has no name,he is unsung and left unread.
He claims to have known each feelings of our flexing brain.
©asmita_chakraborty
#headline #wod
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Read MoreLet love guide you, radiating Light's purity from the inside out ��
#starseed #childrenofthelight #radiatelight #radiatelove #destiny #loveandlight #higherconciousness #highvibrationalbeingsoflight #vibes #lovevibration #highvibes #innerwork #soulwork #soulhealing #spiritualwarrior #spiritualpoetry #liveyourtruth #spirituality #spiritualjourney #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #writinglife #spiritualwriting #spiritualwriter #empath #shaman #feelings #feelthelove #feeltoheal #originalpoemInner landscape
Breaking free from societal chains
Standing firmly in my truth and power to gain
Freedom is a birthright, sparking passions to grow
Bringing Light into focus, allowing soul essence to glow
My heart begins to soar reaching higher altitudes of flight
Effortlessly I travel towards my destiny, future is Illuminated and bright
No longer second guessing in which direction feels right
Intuitively knowing the path that leads to salvation
Nourishing and cultivating the garden of my inner landscape
Bears fruits so bountiful and colorful flower bouquets
Giving love to my soul carries me all the way
©ladysag77 -
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Read MoreThis was written for a poetry competition, recently, on the prompt 'fragility'.
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It takes a fierce heart
to wither a storm;
it takes twice a fragile one
to watch your Love
do that to themselves
dilapidate,
crumble,
leaving behind a heap
of eyes and dust,
maroon.
It might take a handful of rubble
to affirm yourself
of the red powdery fumes,
stinging like sawdust in your eyes
the ruins of once a forever home
on the ground, lifeless
but
one can never be so eager
to fathom, how
it takes another hurtful
of a thousand more
different shards,
over the same wound--
to watch,
to substantiate, for yourself,
the damage done, irreversible
in its own magnanimity
preserved in a cultural ether
of a marked fragility.
You, a determined trespasser
on your own loving belongings
to see
a part of you, wrecked
lying in shambles;
gaze unwavering off the show
not for the thrill or the drama
or milder yet, sympathy
but out of sheer helplessness
desperation that leads one nowhere;
with eyes
that look older with every tear,
every grimace,
and an unmistakable laugh
born out of a love
for an unrequited attempt
at an uncertain hope.
Uncertainty ceases to be the scariest,
when one's never taught
backhanded ways how Hope could've been spelt.
It's comically tragic to imagine
what a lone man with a fortune to expend,
and a heart, full of giving
ends up doing.
He holds it dear, but spends lavishly
almost as recklessly as a gambler
loving the entertainment,
though, all-knowing in his heart,
how short-lived fortunes
leave more lasting miseries.
Fragility is only a curse
when you're forced to learn
it likewise, with courage.
That's exactly what's called
when
you bend down, and sit
besides the mud
to cup it in your palms
bring your face to kiss it,
rest your forehead along;
a patriotic devotion of the miserable kind.
Most often the most unsaid,
most often the most felt;
as the Love
staying as lifeless;
corpse veins, with a capped canine
still as much in crumbles.
There's no one to inherit,
and no one to comfort.
So what does a lone man has to offer again, you ask?
Perhaps, only a father's devotion
to an already orphaned fortune.©hayat
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Retrospect
I am no Caesar, nor
am I Alexander, or Genghis, or
any of the kings from
the tomes and tales.
I will never conquer and I
will never capture - I do share
a common ground, however.
I will walk the
Earth for an
infinitesimally,
abysmally,
infuriatingly little
time - a mere blip
soon to be forgotten
among the dunes. Just like
the giants of yore.
I run my fingers through
the wind, did it start
a hurricane somewhere?
Is that going to be my
only contribution on this
pale blue dot - destruction?
This mere, rather primitive
act of typing
away has cosmic
consequences; I am
just too mortal to
observe.
Or, I could be grossly
overestimating myself.
I struggle to cope with
my own insignificance, as have
billions over eons
before me; how unoriginal.
And I strive to do something new.
Oh, the irony.
I am a satire of a human life
a mockery, a parody,
living and dying by the ink
yet to dry.
©thehemantkashyap -
samswan
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#contemporary #wod #pod
Some lessons are based on my personal experiences while some on world wide phenomena.
THANK YOU SO MUCH @writersnetwork for the repost��
I can't THANK YOU enough @mirakee for the repost, POD and exciting challenge ❤❤21 Lessons For 21st Century
2001: Let's have no arms in our arms.
Cut the strings of puppet master
and terror.
2002: Hope for bright daylight in our darkest
hours. Light candles and follow it's path.
2003: Even if we fall for 9 times, we'll stand for
the 10th. Concrete our wills so that no
knife could break.
2004: Be planned without any plan. Make maps
for today but not for tomorrow, to make
the present good, better and best.
2005: Not hurt others or get hurt by others.
For self love is all that matters.
2006: Plant a green sapling for my siblings.
And nurture the mother nature like I am
one of her child.
2007: Play symphonies of encouragement and
and strength to all youngs and olds I
know.
2008: Smile in my saddest hours. So that I don't
choke when I dance with a broken leg.
2009: Enjoy your journey without caring about
the fruits of destination.
2010: Try to unlearn old lessons of the society.
Unlearn so that you can learn new.
2011: Send the letters of peace to every corner
of the world.
2012: Remove the cloak of gilded material
progress and take a step to intellectual
and spiritual progress.
2013: You are special and so are all. Stop
running the race of racism, make a
long jump for equal respect to all
beautiful skins.
2014: As the temperature is ever increasing,
make green your favourite colour in
practice.
2015: Don't hunt for love. It is within you, around
you. The love will find you and embrace.
2016: Bricks and mortar will only build a house,
love and care will make a home of
flowers and meals.
2017: Filter your soul and thoughts. For each
day is a new beginning, drive out the
toxicity from your young or old mind.
Mental health is wealth.
2018: Make choices as challenges are like tides
but you have to be strong as the soil
and make print of your transient feet
each time.
2019: Don't count the years you have lived
but the life. Don't blow the candles, try
make the candle from wax.
2020: Forget not your roots for they are what
holds you. Come out from the digital
world and make real friends because
who knows when we might face a global
lockdown again. Let's learn from the
crisis.
2021: There is beauty in death. A call from up
above nothing in our hands. No mourning
or cries would bring back the loss. Life
goes on, let's move on.
-Samiksha
©samswan -
I pass by a solemn tree
Oh how my mind aims to be free
I am crumpled,I do pollute
I am a gleam of disrepute
I adore you with my starry eyes
Starve you with my long goodbyes
I am a story of many pages
Probably a hymn of dazzled sages
In those summers sweet and brown
I catch your smiles like a clown
I am a guitar of broken strings
I am a bird with no wings
Stuck in an altar of shame
I am that star taking all the blame
I am a rose turned silly white
I am a pauper in delight
I am freedom like it used to be
Passing through a storm with a spirit of glee
I am an afterworld of breathful peace
Shattered in a gap of utter disbelief
I am a statuette of sleepless suffering
A writer writing with no ink
I am a tree getting torn apart
Failure that wants to start
I am a zephyr standing still
In your head I am the will
In those high places
I scatter and break into a million traces
I am rude and impolite
In quiet summers soft and bright
I am a world of scary disease
Trapped in a body of gentle peace
I am a whisper in deep hiraeth
A sailor out of breath
I am a storm of the unforseen future
A rainbow of pulchritudinous nature
-siddharthajana
