LessonsA Poem by The ArKThe dusks whispered to me that- death is darker than the moonless sky, and colder than the winter nights.
The days taught me that- birth is brighter than the infant sun, and warmer than his lustrous rays.
I died countless times, resurrected and started again. But the life between them remained untaught. © 2018 The ArKFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorThe ArKThrissur, Kerala, IndiaAboutI believe complex thoughts can be conveyed through simple words. I write simple, but trying to mean a lot. And I'm 24. more..Writing
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