Mosaic: A collection of poems by some girl in some corner of the world

<p>&ldquo;Mosaic&rdquo; is a reflection of how our lives are shaped by the fragments of our experiences&mdash;both the joyful and the painful. The poem &ldquo;mosaic&rdquo; is a mosaic of the book each line coming from a different poem. This collection mirrors the bittersweet nature of life where happiness and sorrow intertwine. Through its verses the book captures the vibrant emotional landscape of youth&mdash;love loss self-discovery disillusionment and excitement&mdash;offering a heartfelt exploration of the complex emotions that define growing up.</p><p><br/><i>&ldquo;She had a brilliant mind the mad-woman in the blanche-house</i><br/><i>Held hostage where odd things are gathered till they&rsquo;re even&ldquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;Were we just a childhood phase?</i><br/><i>No longer fulfilling as we further away</i><br/><i>From our childhood days&rdquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;From the great oddities of modern poetry</i><br/><i>To the glory that was Helen</i><br/><i>&nbsp;And the grandeur that Poe&rdquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;Are we so scared of false-boys false-cries and true-wolfs</i><br/><i>That we ignore the boy who truly cried wolf?&rdquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;Oh my! Those branches bending and twisting</i><br/><i>Are those roads crossing and bridges mending?&rdquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;Cause it&rsquo;s the spark that lights the flame</i><br/><i>And it&rsquo;s the flame that burns the dames</i><br/><i>But who is to blame?</i><br/><i>The spark or the flame&rdquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;Is it strange to believe that we were not time that was lost?&rdquo;</i><br/><i>&ldquo;I stayed awake</i><br/><i>To hold a wake</i></p>