Drunk on a feeling
Have you floated before
Days and nights day dreaming
Without no real work?
Hopeless after all
You might say
But
Oh my lord!
Have you seen that door
She opened? No?!
So shut up
She would collect her courage
She would buy her time
She would sell anything
And she will fight with fire
Because she is she
And she will always be so
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Serenity Praise
PoetryHere I paint my bleds and laughs... Seasons of life there you bloom.