To express what bottles up inside..
Tumbling through the unseen Stepping over the ashen dust Writhing pieces of the broken glass Cutting through the flesh of heart Breathing the heat of the fire Standing over the battle carcass Looking to be buried by the rival Only to break them all everytime A rusted knife I let be But not a blunt … Continue reading Gates to climb,
A little shiny , a little bold and a little scarred..
Above the clouds, above that which is called the sky..
Knotted by time and will be unmade once again...
Undeterred amid a storm..
A story of a fighter spirit in a realm of hate and war.
Its going to be fine.
A piece of thought
A little piece of peace..
The one spice that matters the most.
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