Where can I cradle the thoughts that torment me?
Where is it safe to hide?
The mind is to vast to be haunted by the high tide.
The heart is to fragile to be broken by the burden.
The soul is to peaceful to be bothered by the dark mist.
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Pearls
PoetryJust pearls, blossoms, Daisy's, diamonds, emeralds, topaz, rubies and pearls. Soft water drops, shinning stars, mountains filled with roses, and fields of wisteria that's what this poem book is all about. Cover made by the amazing @daisydotdoodles.
