I am who you don't see,
feigning a lie.
I am who you never saw,
concealed to the naked eye.
I am an open book
with every mystery unveiled,
yet the story stays crystalline
but bleeds with all yields.
I am the deepest of honours
and the filthiest distaste.
I am everything you love
and everything you abominate
There is always a balmy day
followed by the dreadful night,
and so am I united with the shadows
prior to blooming in the morning light.
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Reverie
PoetryA book of poems I wrote over the time which I hope you'll all like Don't forget to VOTE!! :)
