The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dryThe gray fogginess hinders my sky'sunSo I kneel down and pray 'O The Most High'Lights of my days in a ring of fire cryAll my bruises absorb the fiery nightsThe more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry [. . .]
Tag: #day
Unspoken
A storm sans rainTidal waves of voidPerpetuate my painYears chained sans voiceLost beyond the greyThe heavy clouds in aweAnd the fury in the rawTickle by the silenceMe frown in shynessSighs of tears underway S.C.P.B
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The shadow of this day drops its curtainAll the muffled pains and sorrows encumberIts burden on man's chest, on the next day's Back. The day leaves its legacy and dies. S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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