In the floret exists a princess
That was forgotten
Rejected by the Mother Nature
She was the rotten piece
That piece of land that nobody wants
Cursed, corrupted
She was chased by wolfs
Judged by the owls
Eaten by the crows
The princess and her white dress succumbed
Some people say she died
I believed she lived
And still runs through that florest that abandons her
Saving the princesses
That dare to lose themselves
And be the meal of the cold world
She lived and becomed
The guardian of the florest
Saving everyone who was like her
Damning every other that dares to hurt one of her daughters
We became the daughters
Of the rotten princess
Eaten by the crows
Chased by the wolfs
With fire in our souls
- floret, princess and fire at all
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Dead Fowers
شِعر"As I write myself I grow Because I've learned to lick Cuts and gashes And caress my sadness So I'll bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I re...
