My latest works + Feature

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My latest works:
 
Save meUnder roaring sky, amid the angry waves,
heard her piercing cry resound from deep below.
All alone, I fight against the current.
Out in dark, but lead by ardent heart
paying not the slightest heed to
what they call 'Insanity'
Down the depths, the darkness
palls. I find my moon;
dim, the sprites
guide us back,
back to - 
light. VengeanceVitreous eyes aflame with anger:
a fiery pique -
that is no more a feeling;
it will have you encircled.
A face-off is imminent.
'There's no where to hide.'

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Literature:

DuskCrowning glory aflame,
a golden Queen
surveys
Jeweled ladies
revel in the coming
of night.<da:thumb id="195704351"/> It is the sunHard is 
the first step
towards the sun.
You cry for the light,
crave for the shadows
to hide you again.
Nobody is waiting,
no open doors
no fire to warm tired bones.
Keep going, 
wanderer,
raise your head.
On the path 
made by the rhythm 
of hundred drums.
You'll hear violin's chant,
a crescendo
through your veins.
A voice calling
from the deep,
a memory within.
Raise your head,
wanderer, it is the east,
it is the sun. The cloudmakerIt was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
You stood in front of my only window, a hand sliding down one of the bars. Your other went outside and caught a raindrop in your grasp. “So this is rain. Did you make it?”
“It's all I do. I've been here ever since I can remember.”
“And how long is that?”
“Longer than the amount of raindrops

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