Pulchritude = Beauty

Poems, Writings
Shattered Pieces:

I never fathom a single minute
that what we thought is infifnite will come to limit,
but what will I do, if someone like you
is the only face
I could ever find in a crowded place

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Imprisoned:

As his world vanished into thin air
There he was alone by himself
Drowning in his pool of thoughts
Trying to regain his breath of sanity
He struggles to remain calm

Anxiety cripples in like a thief of the night
Stealing all the good thoughts in his life
Leaving him with only worry and frustrations
He asked a hundred more questions

Poems, Writings