As a fresh blossom,
she arrived breathlessly- tunneling what it was
she should view the world.
It saddened her soul
for she saw so many gloomy eyes
on brightly smiling faces.
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My generation worries me.
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Thơ cashe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
