Friday, May 15, 2015


Credit to Aziz Adhimirza
I'm breaking like the ice of the north,
What underneath me never spoke,
What it concealed, what it hid,
But the silence is breaking what's above,
Truth comes, creating a mountain,
There lies green grass and rainbow,
And the ice melts and evaporates,
Into the air,
Invisible once again,

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