And I wouldn't get tired
of receiving
new set of heartaches,
pain and rejections
for a purpose.
if the clouds
and the downpour can make
the newly planted plants grow,
who am I
to repulse
the blessing of the curse?
—MLD | 01012021
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
