They stood on stones over raging waters,
while they threw them at the crows, at the fishes and at their kin;
Anchored.
none
(A treasure for ^ ̶o̶n̶e̶ )
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Misfits et al.
Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
