The very last poetry I ever write For you. Would speak of the rainbows we chased together And the rains we washed our sorrows The nights We shed tears together And the morning We lay awake sun gazing And the nights moon gazing And again the mornings Efflorescing love Would speak of the evenings We… Continue reading The Last Poetry I ever Write for You
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A Beautiful Wildflower
She isn’t the one who grows among Flowers and crowns. She rises in wildflowers And thorns, Embracing her own cicatrices, And surviving battles with insurmountable grace. -SHREYA