Perspectives on ideas and the wild
Can you tell me, what colour are roses? O dear, it's green. green as grass, he replied. Love, does it have a colour too? It is Of a sort, a blank canvas of emotions, Unless painted with trust, he replied. Rainbow, she desired to see, See through trust of his eyes. But she …
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When I was born, she was there with me. When she died, I wasn't. When I spoke the first time, she was there with me. When she spoke the last time, I wasn't. When I found the strength to walk, she was there with me. When she lost her strength to walk, I …
A prisoner looks through the narrow window of his prison cell and retrospects his past actions and life. This poem is a shadow of his thoughts. Opened my eyes to a window of thoughts; But failed to look up at the sun above. It is bright and shining; enlightened. I envy it, jealous a …
Empty streets on a dark night, As the city goes to sleep tight Unknown, untold, unsought for; Yet there I was, awake and walking. It was meant to be liberating, To be alive, unchained and free; But I was a woman. Empty streets on a dark night, I didn't know if the …