Category : Poems

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Sometimes feeling lost, incomplete can be a total disaster..or a beautiful thunderstorm.

Whoever the beholder of the eyes are.

Masking your terrors in the dark. 

Shaking ,trembling wondering who's the blame in this race, chase we call life?! But ain't it funny how we all succeed ..at the race 
Finish last in the chase, to the neon light of goodbye?