a small seed planted
of the river of my mind
where it's always flooded
and the weather is unkindthe seed yet grew
in that land of pain and despair
it grew cautiously though
protecting those like it caredso a small tune would whistle in the forest
calling out to the small flower that evolved
making sure that it stayed calm
so it wouldn't realize how much pain was involved...—-
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...