My Poetry
In grief, in the womb of sorrows,
In the unqualified context of happiness,
What is age, what assessment,
No time, no time to remember.
Fathom, if this is unfathomable,
So this fickle viva wanted,
Get your speed, up your speed,
Whether it is found or damaged.
By considering this gentle fantasy,
Speaking emotions in words,
Lost soul and death.
Give sorrow to the miseries, I sing it,
This is the hope, just wish,
One day will face the 'Truth' !!
- Image Source - Pixabay
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