Ways I adore humans, supersede people.
And artists—who can colour my soul more than they do?
I still avoid what gives me life, knowing it can also take it.
I still try to understand why these paths undress you, then dress you again.
I am stranded, yet my feet never fail me.
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Author:
Samza Ma brokhada (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem because I think I've seen enough in humans and it kinda affected me badly
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
The thrill of the edge is also the most dangerous. A lovely write
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