I see a world
of shattered glass,
silent screaming,
and scars, so many scars
i accept it, this cruel beauty,
I don't have the answers
or the fight, or the spirit
but birds fly, fly, away
so maybe I can too
i see a world that is unforgiving
and it's loud and it hurts
but i also see a world of a peaceful sun
oh, how faithfully the sun sets to rise
i believe it too says to its self: je peux voler
so maybe there is hope after all
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the poetry garden《a poetry collection》
Poetry"The flowers are dead But still, they remember The girl who bled Words, not red As she lay down to die Right on the flowers bed." An ever-growing collection of heartfelt poems.