The mortal body evinces the presence of eternity: the soul;
Albeit it ends, it breathes hope.
Without hope, the timeless soul becomes arid and it wilts.
In times of extreme uncertainties and confusion,
Just breathe.
Breathe hope into the soul, and out into the world;
But beware of the irony embedded:
Hope keeps you alive just to kill you at the end.
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PoetryThis book contains both my dark and marvelous realities; it serves as an outlet to vent my emotions through the art of poesy. The poems (including proses, sonnets, villanelles, haiku etc.) that you are about to read confine the stories that aided m...
