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Branches of my hand, trying to reach the high
Why are you standing? Why are you still hoping?
The sour of life, still taste like that dusk time
What am I thinking? Why am I backing?
Those green leaves of yours, like fake smiles you've wearin'
It covers your branches but still I saw you
But your sky is blue, soon it will fall again
Escape in the woods? You can't escape your true
A kingdom of birds, full of sweet melodies
Oh sour of life, fruits became bittersweet
I'll climb you again till I reached the heavens
Darkness' still there, like sunsets have silhouette
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PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
