Got drowned in the briny deep..
Girdled by darkness all around..
Waddling in search of flaring sun..
But getting splashed by empty thoughts digging me to the core..
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beautiful i must say the each and every word have so much energy it but still this poem happens to have that alluring and gentleness which make this piece more attractive and full of hopes..... i hope you write more and more cause i am loving reading your poem love, payal
Hope is intangible, it exist and felt to whom may give it a space in heart..to grow...Hope is the fume soon you will find the real future is, it's bright, the same origin of the scent_Unwritten Soul