DocumentarywithToba

In shadows lurk those fickle hearts,
I was stab at the back,
With honeyed tongues and poisoned darts.
Then got a back crack
Betrayal's sting, a cruel surprise,
As trust dissolves before our eyes.
Only to find out my heart
Was at my back.

~~A.S.A~~

In the quiet of my soul's embrace,
echoes, leaving trace
Of whispers in the empty night,
A yearning for a distant light.

Alone, I wander through the haze,
Seeking solace in the silent maze
Of memories that once did bloom,
Now cast adrift in this dark room.

~~Toba~~

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The rising of the sunlight 🌅