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Tag: Verse


My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.

Plain Sight

Morning revelations, illuminating the cracks along the fragile lines.


Misty days; transcribing rain. Downtrodden moments; heavy migraine.


Naivety was the compass, trust was the path. Rain removes the fog, revealing a dead end.  Standing still.