

The Stranger and the AngelClouds of bitterness surrounding me, And I'm flying on my borrowed wings,The Stranger and the Angel
A gloomy angel passed by, With tears clearing the dark clouds.
Trying to approach this creature, I felt something missing from me, But all my attention was focused on the angel, And his stifling voice that was as torn as the voice of ocean waves.
To each word he spoke, A new wound appeared on my body, To each word he wrote, My soul was deeply shivering.
Aiming at eradicating the sorrow, My feelings were supposed to comfort him, But the angel hadn't understood me, &n


Letter to a StrangerStars groaning in the sky,Letter to a Stranger
Tearing, their fragile voice is penetrating me,
Which leads to a particular harmony,
Between morbid feelings and expression of the eyes.
Wild, young, unpredictable,
It has drawn a new face,
Dominating on other feelings,
like the stars are when the sun rises.
Growing in me, emerging on my writings,
Concealed beyond the inner dimension,
Surpassing the power of imagination.
Involving pain, miserably,
Morbid thoughts can't hide its brightness,
Reflecting in your deep dark eyes, Color of agony, pain monopoly
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"Intricate minds always ignored" - Letter to a Stranger
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