my poems are now tainted with rust.
but, i know that it will never dissolve
the moments i poured into this little sentiment.
through layers of my memories;
and through time things grow old.
but time will soar in centuries,
and tell stories untold.
<< and stack up a fragment of sentiments
i keep holding at the present. >>
and i know the fabrics of time
that i always weave
will stitch threads of clothes
i always want to wear in the future.
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and i know the boat i once rowed
will bring me on the shore someday. ༘⋆
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
