I melted inside that garden.
A flower was born.
I smile like a maniac trying to play God.
She smiles back at me. Darling, I don't belong to you.
My roots are embracing the soil for a while.
The wind is lowering me for a bond, and the light is calling my details from the darkness, but fading is my desire, and freedom, freedom, freedom, is my choice.
I never asked to be born a slave.
A flower! A flower? A flower? Huh, huh, huh.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
