Who I am
The angel is looking at me
from moon light damn
Am I a prince of a nation free
No land, yes its pain
Magic does it exist?
I'm drenched in rain
What do you insist?
Me? wait what 'bout you
You look like the angel
but not happy.hey you
your beauty and happiness are stranger
Don't continue, don't kill 'em
your smile hurts
sparkles are just like a gem
something that is knocking my heart
Run my dreams with memories
I can't walk in a race
stop the magic, please
it's like I am stuck in Maze
Dear Rose, my flower
Just it is okay
I am happy in the tower
I don't want the underway
Happy here, stay safe
how is it underground
I ain't living a root life
I'm growing all around
About the Creator
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.✍️
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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