A Mini Poetry Blog
If I am allowed of heartfelt honesty, I cherish neither my profession nor education, they are dust and ash in my truthful eyes; If I am allowed of blatant sincerity, I am of deprived both ambition and direction, they mean nothing to a woman who dwells in infinity of time. If I am to be…
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Seasons come, seasons go, All day long, I can hear that souls’ echo, Calling me home. But to where? My life had been a story of survival, All my years I kept my own counsel, I’ve tasted my tears, covered by nights’ heavy pillow. I’ve tested my fears, hidden behind dawns’ soft meadow. And if…
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