Voices all over

Cheeeeese

By Karun Published 12 days ago • 1 min read

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In the shades of shadows

I'm lost in the abyss

the next chapter of a long wait

I'd walk even though I'm not right

some say it's okay

others never talk

voices won't make my day

a few do mock.

shadows fall behind light

"Would you please"

"You are not right"

Cheeeese

end of day smile

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Karun

🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️

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Thomas Terry12 days ago
great work on this piece!!

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