Poems from Beena

Unconquerable
The weakest flame, can fuel the brightest light. What pushes the day, now hollows the night.   Consequences of brilliance, casting the...
4 i AM weak
Not at 2 AM. Never at 2 AM. At 2 AM the waves that crash against my mind have calmed into a soothing current. I can dip my toes in the...

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