In the bossom of nature
Lies the sweetest perfume of growth
Vast in a limitless color pallet
Though it is forbidden to take.
Seeds of life and joyful taste
You contain extravagant pleasures
All in a single bite
Yet can I? Can we?
It says we shouldn't
Yet other says contrary.
Belief in neither shall I give,
Only I know what's best for me.
I shall take the fruit
From the tallest tree
Take a bite
And be set free.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
AcakThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
