Once laughing with joy,
For a ploy they can't see,
Given a terrible toy,
The boy is free,
Sees the ground and feels the sky,
Wind carries the decay,
Why is the question,
When sent to the fray,
Festering Flesh Feeds Flowers,
Their roots make way,
Hair grows without a body,
Everywhere people lay.
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Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoesieI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.
