You sowed the seeds in sand,
and water it on every dawn.
It was not a fertile soil!
So how will the flower's born?
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Some Pages Of Tripping Feelings
PoetryNot a professional writer but just a girl in a dark room.. writing what's in my mind. thinking of those people having eye's but still acting blind.. just keep reading... I write some sort of small poems🍂 flow of feelings which comes within.. 🖤🖤�...
Dawn.
You sowed the seeds in sand,
and water it on every dawn.
It was not a fertile soil!
So how will the flower's born?
