People called her the unending river.
She was always seen crying.
People said she was a masochist.
Maybe she loved to cry.
But she always cried because it helped her laugh.
She always cried tears that sent away her fears.
She always cried until she forgot what started her tears.
She always cried when she couldn't take the burst of happiness in her chest.
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Pearls
PoetryJust pearls, blossoms, Daisy's, diamonds, emeralds, topaz, rubies and pearls. Soft water drops, shinning stars, mountains filled with roses, and fields of wisteria that's what this poem book is all about. Cover made by the amazing @daisydotdoodles.
