Enter we, from and through ebony.
No sun we see, just a bony sky.
The joy of others, muffled by our cries.
The pain of our mother paints a scene,
one of hope and warmth, born without sin.
To know love, no human is too young.
We just didn't know how to paint.
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Thanatophobia
Poetry2 minutes. Stroll through this minefield of love, this treasury of 5 poems, in only two minutes. Then, I'll assure you, dear precious warriors, your time will not be in vain.
