These are my tears,
That I turned into art,
I always secure my fears,
In my inked tears.
My poetry,
Has a piece of my soul,
My heart beats quietly ,
But I have learned to console.
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Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
