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: #fatigue
Failure
Sweat unleashes drops Drenches the roses of hopeRed drips in the soil S.C.P.BIBA
#Fatigue
FatigueShe wants to catch her Breath ... Let the heart's tears, Together with the soul's, flow Sourdine river stems On the avenue of the cheeks Yell and scream Her brittle sense, At times.S.C.P.Biba (2019)
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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