poems flow from my heart
the way rivers
rush from the mountains
the streams of river tributaries jump out of the mountains, escaping the trapped embrace of the rocks. white, cool water emerging from brown, warm mud. it freezes your hands and hardens your throat and you still want to bask in its coolness. pretty, pretty, happy rivers need an outlet. and so do my sad, sad poems.
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Sugar - A Collection of Poems
Poesia"if i fed you spoonfuls of sugar would it make the bitterness in your heart leave" a collection. of poems. of stories. of poems telling stories of their own. [lowercase intended] x featured in @ec_poetry's Premium Books reading list x
