My abuse isn't poetry, nor fate's cruel disguise,
No justice, no mercy, just deafening lies.
The earth stood quiet as I withered away,
No arms to save me, no reason to stay.
They told her what she was. But what if they lied?
For eleven years, Rose was trapped in the dark, waiting for a past that never left a mark. But escaping was never the end; the truth was waiting just around her.
My abuse isn't poetry, nor fate's cruel disguise,
No justice, no mercy, just deafening lies.
The earth stood quiet as I withered away,
No arms to save me, no reason to stay.
They told her what she was. But what if they lied?
For eleven years, Rose was trapped in the dark, waiting for a past that never left a mark. But escaping was never the end; the truth was waiting just around her.
The Breath of Snow in Smoke is a collection of poems and prose filled with mess, chaos, and unexpectedness. It's a walk of faith, self-doubt, relationship, and fear among love, triumph, magic, and wars within oneself.
A guy who never got gifts before receives a magical book from a girl he never met. A story that is about true love penned down in pages as hypnotic poems. He reads them out to her when the world is asleep as being the muse. Sometimes, there is telepathy between hearts, from the scattered cotton candies to the little things, little moments that aren’t little. Trust is the key of hearts and it goes like, “You made my sleepy heart