Anya, shall you sow the seeds
See it grows if not slight by a slight
Crows shall brag ripplingly of their needs
See if they soar all their might
Anya, need you not be fright
as day may sprout us landcrop
if fertile does the soil at night
wouldn't you ease your own sob?
Anya, you are covered in tear
for earth have not delight you happiness
for things becomes what we fear
living in shackle of harness
Anya, how can we flutter?
i thought we'd be almighty together...
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Bloodshed Tears
Poetryhumans are capable, we are. we fell and lost, but we stand back and fight our way out. with tears and blood shall we win. A collection of poems about that struggle of a human being.
