Despite the grave-that's her heart,
Flowers bloomed with every drop of blood;
And like earthquakes, her heart beats-
Engulfing her pains;
Her heart-her soul's macrophage!@poetickaleidoscope
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MACÉDOINE [Poetry]
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Despite the grave-that's her heart,
Flowers bloomed with every drop of blood;
And like earthquakes, her heart beats-
Engulfing her pains;
Her heart-her soul's macrophage!@poetickaleidoscope