Amidst the crowds
Of hundreds on the road,
All rushing towards destinations,
In a relentless race I never chose.
In the sweltering summer's heat,
I yearn to soar like birds,
To fly freely wherever I please,
High above the earth.
But like a caged creature,
I struggle to break free,
My beloved flowers always out of reach,
As distant as the horizon.
Dreams elude my grasp,
Like an old, empty building,
Haunted by memories I can't shake,
Yet still longing for something more.
In this place I call home,
Yet feels foreign to my soul,
I walk amongst familiar faces,
But still feel like an outsider.
Seeking solace in a foreign land,
Amongst thorns and shadows,
I find my place amidst the blooms,
Where I truly belong.
As the guiding clouds dissipate,
This place remains my sanctuary,
Where winds whisper secrets,
And flowers bloom eternally.
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Ink and Emotion
Поезія"Dive into the pages of 'Ink & Emotion,' an evocative anthology that paints emotions in the vibrant hues of verse. With each carefully crafted poem, this collection offers an intimate glimpse into the human experience, revealing the intricate interp...
