Poetry

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Stop! Enough— I said Stop looking at yourself this way. Is this all I can see? The colour of my

A winter night gently kisses its strokes, Stars and moons amongst the clearest of skies, The wise rise around the

She was living on the edge of disaster. The wind caressed her skin, Finally making her feel alive. But it

What a journey lies before me, Stretching as far as the eye can see, What a road to conquer ahead,

The candles blow out and the light dims sooner. The frigid breeze storms in, making the air go cooler. The

I once stood beneath a hanging tree, My back straight, My neck ached, But still I stood beneath a hanging tree.

On the Other Side, while I hover endlessly, amidst flocculent clouds, in the infinite sky of Imagination, while I never

Taking a look in the mirror, her eyes fill with a wave of tears. Watching the crippling bones in terror

Ah! Madam, aghast, gawks at a vagrant madman as amaranth, Dawn’s rampant vassal, swarms — at last! — March’s dark