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If you had been where I have been in the strange land accursed,
And you had seen what I have seen,
You would not laugh at love.
We've seen you dance, we know of your wiles and the sweetness ab initio of your subtle sting.
Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.
may you discover that the love you crave for
was within you, waiting in line, all along
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures.
Weak lungs are vulnerable as an empty shell, breaking at the slightest touch. This poem is dedicated to my lungs and my phobia for cold.
I think I've seen the devil
I kissed her lying luscious lips.
today, when you visit my tomb, do not come with dead flowers.
They spit upon His meekness, and struck Him in the face. They...
There's Coronavirus in every open refuse dump before Wuhan had her first case.
They say she's a bottle of liquor.
What does it matter?
I'd drink her until my vision is blurry.
the texture of faith cannot deepen with the wool of rituals.
what if the creator is a witty illusionist playing chess with timelines of our existence?
Sometimes, the pilgrim's journey to heaven is disrupted by challenges that wearies the soul. This is a plea by a weary soul to the Lord. May our anchor hold in times of storm.
Don’t tell me to fight back the tears
if you can’t erase the pain
and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.
Love is like Chinaware, shiny, beautiful often broken and rarely lasts. Love...
"here ends an awkward journey that began from nowhere, for it is I who do not exist"