out of the mire i am torn from
sprawled on the land of
marguerite flowers
that gracefully dance with
the wind
and the sound of my ticker
beat perpetuates the
malicious voices of unloved
unloving unworthy
and the prairie in my mind
bathes my skin and
colours my flesh
to hearken to the sound
of pulsing within.
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Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
