Smashed flowers, braided together, coverin' Her hair.
for she is tired of
carryin' tiaras that'll
shine in vane
she is not what she has seen/ she is not where she has been/ she is not the blankets that have drowned her fears/ she's the blossom and she's spring/ she's the winter warrior/ kissing petals/ honorin' the late forgotten seeds.
dried rose thorns
pinchin' her skin, just like thunders
lightenin' her dreams
she is chaos, then she's peace, hear her charm: she's everything.
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Muddy, warm hearts
Poetrybeat-inspired-poetry collection. i blossomed through the mud, like the lotus flower, and so i met my way toward Death again. copyright © 2017 poems by @akahanadaniela.
