And she said
are you asking for flowers?And I told her
if flowers came
I'm not sure my ugly branches could hold themAnd she said
there's beauty in perfection
but no compassion whatsoever
light shines the most on the cracks of things
if they're golden
so fill yourself with gold
where the wounds areI found no gold in me, but
light shone unto my every scar
I held people without regrets or judgement
and I just kept on breathing
and breathing
listening to my own hearbeat, acceptingAnd flowers came in blooming
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[ENG] OPERA
PoetryI wrote Opera between the end of 2012 and the beginning of 2013. Maybe you won't like it. Maybe you will find it pointless. For once, that's fine. I wrote Opera for me. Opera is about what I've learnt in this period of my life, it's about the person...