I look around
The tiny town,
Expressionless faces
Stare back at me
Who, or what
Are these expressionless people
Doing here?
I wonder...
I ask one something,
They say,
We are not allowed
to show feelings
A pang of sympathy
Rushes through me
After he said that,
Such strong words
I leave looking helpless
At that lonely town,
But someday I'll come back
And regain hope for this town
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constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
