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⌈ THE END OF THE TUNNEL ⌋
in this god-forsaken tunnel,
on a ground of coarse sand and gravel,
embeddings of rusted metal rails lay,
with dirt walls of dark colouration,
dead plantains helplessly scattered,
i, at last, see light at the end of the tunnel.
i heave out a breath, eminently startled.
long-term worth of calamity,
and now i see a path out of the underworld.
a moment overflowing with joie de vivre.
i chase it like the wind rushes past;
chase it like the turbulence of a river.
not daring an eye left or right,
or whatever i might have left behind.
then an abrupt thought crashes onto me, my life's only bane:
what if the light at the end of the tunnel,
is just another train ?
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So how's the new year holding up for y'all? I'm at that stage where i have so much to do but nothing at all.
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TEARS OF THE HEART
ПоезіяJust like the eyes, the heart cries too; For every unshed tear, it let's itself bleed. With its pleas ignored, a part of it slowly withers and dies. So I will peel off its defensive disguise; let it unravel. Although I am afraid for what you'll see...
