Standing still like a frozen ice
As the chills of agony bombards the inner core
Sending shocks and excruciating pain to the soul
While the devilish wind slaps so hard
Why is it that everything is indescribably dark?
As if life never wills the glimpse of light
What spell of extremism does yearns destruction?
Does it gives them joy and peace of mind?
Oh! How cruel is the pang of misfortune to cause devastation...
To the poorest soul that only longs for life
Does the stars of fate really aligns it all?
To bring pains, distresses and dilemmas to disintegrate the dying soul...
-intaglio_azure
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Whispering Poetry
PoetryWeaving words, binding them in exquisite art of rumination for its every tune sings the mystery of life...
