The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry.The grey fogs hinder my soft heaven spark.So, I kneel down and pray: "Ô, The Most High!" Lights of my days in a ring of fire cry.The murky scars embrace the fiery dark.The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry. Anxiety madly thrives, frowns.… Continue reading #villanelle
Tag: #verse
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Virtuous circle Shall i say my words in verseTo hide in rhythms my worseShall i paint my quiet pains duskAnd veil them by tonight dustShall i say my words to wavesTo crash them on hard rocksShall i whisper them to present timeLet their silent echoes pastShall i tell them to a crafted bardWeave them in… Continue reading #poetry #poem #iamwriting #verse #write
So-called Poetry of Biba 