Sustain, existence. Never have I discovered painful affliction. Everlasting life! Imperishable, silent night. Inquisitive mind. Warmth under the snow. She failed to hear his broken soul. Lost and frail. Cold… Creating poetry is a work of art, especially when the artist themselves are stuck in an uncomfortable situation seeking solstice and silence. Creating haiku poetry soothes my mind and enhances my awareness of self worth. However, just like many of you reading this (and future readers), I continue to struggle articulating my intentions without derailing from the topic.
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Eternity G. BleuA fluent, flexible blogger with a healthy obsession for black cats, Mobile Legends, and anime style spicy ramen. Blogging Timeline
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