Jumbled accents fill her mouth
Sorrowing the disarray of love
The corners are wet with solitude
A guilt for separating two brothers.
But the tongue now is red with drive
And she's the last true masterpiece
A hundred sins and more she commits
For she's alone enough to be alive.
-Urmi
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Window Acoustic
شِعر'Window Acoustic' is a treble and bass of my thoughts. In this collection, one may find poetry born out of light and dark seeking to avoid reality or facing its vice.
