The blind has come off
I can now see the sky
And the ground, and my friends
Who bloom very close by
Playing with the faeries...
Oh, how I wish I was one
But I am just naive flora,
They feed off my pollen for supper
The mushrooms are so high...
Oh, how far I want to reach
But I am just a plant
Vessels grip my spirits down
The ground starts beating
The breeze turning into a whip
The sky turning grey,
Grayer than that day
The scared faeries fly away
The fungi letting go of its prey
This aura is darker than before...
Oh, daisy, could you stay a little more?
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𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔄 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫: A Poem
PoetryShe whines as she struggles socially, emotionally, and mentally. She touches subjects of life and death, self-esteem, love, and interesting feelings in her heart. This is a POETRY book, which basically means it's telling a story through poems. : ) ❕...
