The day was bright,
with the scorching sun.
The feeling of height,
keeping hopes for the run.
The eyes are shut,
twirled and jumped down.
Drowned deeper in white,
that flows through town.
Facing the inner fight,
and stared who won.
The vision in sight,
indeed, what a fun.
That is none. That is none. That is none.
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A Poet's Quest
PoetryIntroducing a collection of evocative poems that take you on a journey through the beauty and complexity of life. From the first blush of love to the heart-wrenching pain of loss, these poems explore the depths of human emotion in all its rawness an...
