hark
the fools that banish'd me from thy land
thou has't hath sent me to mine own land of wonders and fulfilment
hither
the power that stems from mine hands
and runneth in mine blood
is wild and free – it flourishes nicely
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breathe
PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world
