I am simply a man
in this cold hearted world I see no one can
the weight that I carry is none too low
it is more that I have reaped
than I sowed
the summers of thee
the autumns of land
the warmth I no longer see
only the cruelty of man
I am simply a farmer
in this vast bourgeois valley
where mountains upon mountains lie deeds
and less of truth and glory.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
