Soothing winds sweep through the dawn,
Eyes fixated on the horizon,
The sun rising in the distance,
Illuminates the world.
Beneath the luminosity,
Patches of melancholy resides,
Portrayed by veiled wounds,
Articulated by words unspoken,
Marked by a silhouette.
A scar,
Bearing loathe,
A clandestine symbol,
Is but a sorrowful reminder,
That it still walks this land.
Every time I plan to study, I always end up procrastinating. Perhaps that's the reason I'm starting to fall behind. Well, it's time to get back to my tutorial. I've to garner proper inspiration. Latest writings seem to be all over the place.
Ah well. :)
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