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Wait for the Morning

He always rises like the sun after night—

after the hours, played like years,

the coldness, hurting and hardening,

the darkness, stealing the light like dementia. 27 more words

Poetry

Uphill

The sky was shining orange; clouds accepted the same mysterious glow, birds chirped all around, with flowers residing on the edge of the rugged path. They seemed to be welcoming a warrior back home. 813 more words

It was a good thing

I would have thought that you should have given up already.

I wouldn’t

She’s really disturbed about the things that have happened over the past few days. 182 more words