Poems from adairbr

Peace, like the water in a still pond. Peace, in a silent library, where a soft fire crackles and books await audience. Peace, of being in...
If I wake before I die, I will finally feel truly alive, Because death called for me in my dreams, His voice, cold and bitter, His figure...
Hate So Vile. A strong word. That defines so much... A feeling felt often and, so stronghly, sometimes it blinds us. We end up losing...
To be heard, To be noticed, Is what we all want, right? But look into yourself, And truly think for yourself, Is this what you want? Or do...
When I inhale the fresh air of this world, And witness the virgin colors of nature, And listen to the innocence of the wind, I am inspired...

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