Walking on a foggy mornin',
I look around;
A mirage of faces
A face stares back at me
Brown eyes lit with fire.
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She once believed... This life would hold. Like hands that never let go, Like promises that didn’t need to be spoken twice. She poured hers... -
By Korean poet 정현종 (Romanized as Chong Hyon-jong). Chong Hyon-jong (정현종; born 17 December 1939) is a South Korean writer and reporter. The ... -
In shadows deep where echoes hide, A heart beats soft, its pain denied. Unseen, unheard, the tears do fall, A silent cry, a muted call. ...
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