Black and grey shades pale the beauty of the meadows and the skies, from the eye's guage..
The ears forsake warnings and it's calamity knows no bounds.
The mind remains tormented by the reminder, that life is an open vacant space .
Boredom and melancholy take a healthy attempt on the heart.
That floating about with no aims and objectives might spell out a life without Passion.
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PoetryChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
