I am lying in a field of flowers on a summer day, spending my hours finding a way to have peace. My mind is tied up in a rope around me. I'm looking around in awe and wonder, admiring the clouds, just pondering. The birds are loud. I'm stuck in my mind.
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
