poetic mood

roamin' souls in the dark
searchin' in vain for the exit
that never exists
belief is what that hold them strong
till now they are still roaming
aimlessly for that exit
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roses' buds sliently emerge
slowly as it blooms
ready to embrace the sun's warmth
but as the breezing wind grew stronger
withered edges start to surface
soon what's remained is that branch