"This isn't just a random collection of words scribbled upon a notepad.
Nor is it a compilation of letters typed upon a keypad.
It is not a competition between who can write the best lines, gain the most votes, and rank in poetry.
It is my life, my soul, my story.
It is the words in my head that If said aloud would reveal my utter most person, the song in my soul that yearns to sing to the world, and the feelings, emotions that make me.
This isn't just one anthology to be ended than a new one started.
For if this ends, then that means so will I, have ended.
This is the beginning of what; to some may seem like a blimp in time, just another life, another death. Through many seasons many parts, anthologies.
Laid out for all to see...
This is me"
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Nadea x
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Sunflowers And Mud
Poetry🌻🌻 A sunflower is known to always look towards the light right. Well, sometimes the mud that is surrounding the plant crawls up onto it's stem. And so the sunflower looks down as the darkness devours em'. The light is still shining ever so brigh...
