Our hopes fall through, as the dark turns into red, as water drops to the pail
It took out wind out of our sail, turns out dread and tears in vain
Vituperate words taken out of the mouth off the cuff
Curse the world yet remain to stay
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.
Komentar
Posting Komentar