Solution by Ren Concha The spaces between our fingers The emptiness that lingers This intense emotion of neither happiness nor sadness This poignant eyes desperately yearning for belongingness A human being living with such history Suffering the ruins in deep solitary How could she ever be brimming of radiance When the riddle of love is an extreme hindrance Such puzzles entwined preordained to torment The labyrinth of unknown serpents as opponent Each moment left in...
Wordplay by Ren Concha the ocean cries light to dark everyone dies left no spark red to blue what it means old to new i wish it was playing with words really fun jungling swords dead and gone you understand pointless structure breaking bond you get the picture ...
