Poetry

The Curse

Craving of birds of the dusk skies, Reverberates in form of sorrowful cries, Their brothers have fallen to the ground, Never to rise, they remain bound.   Under the strong touch of a cold, pale hand, Which reaches for eons and miles, the spirits bend, At every whim of a malicious sneer, Doubts appear, then… Continue reading The Curse

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Poetry

Yang

In the dreadful conditions of a gloomy day, The door felt too heavy to be pushed open, Of relieving its efforts the rain gave no token, It was nearly impossible not to stay.   The fog seized all that did not hide, The cold pierced that could still feel, And devoured it with unbearable chill,… Continue reading Yang