It is darkest before the dawn
And then I shall be gone,
Running into the throbbing of the sea or the rushing of the wind
And perhaps the frangnace of fire will bare my ashes.
Time has been a brother to my misery,
Waking up to the darkness of the morning
And the stench of my soul rotting piece by piece.
The wind has sieze to blow off my lamp
And I refuse to wallow in my tears.
My last wish is for this night to bring fort the brightest morning
Liked by
Ammar held his wife by the arms into boutique and headed to the female dress section she picked a few dresses to try on and afterwards she chooses 2...Read more
Home. Home is a place we grow up. Home is the people we grow up around. Home is the food we've been eating since we were children. Home is t...Read more
Chancellor Kathaleen McCormick of the Delaware Court of Chancery ruled that Elon Musk’s pay package at Tesla was excessive and rescinded it, a decis...Read more
In a world full of challenges and uncertainties, it’s easy to get caught up in our own struggles. But every so often, someone reaches out, a gentle ...Read more
Attach Product
