From roots to trees.
From stem to branches.
From wave to sea.
From sand to desserts.
From flower to fruits.
From step to mile.
From page to file.
From infant to adult.
From self to consult.
From opinions to decisions.
From star to galaxy.
From water to clouds.
From childish to mature.
From toys to hearts.
From hello's to bye's.
From hills to mountains.
From drop to fountain.
From ink to pen.
From breeze to air.
From giving up to bear.
From cries to silence.
From jokes to violence.
From threads to clothes.
From shore to boats.
From land to sky.
From sigh to die.
From mud to gold.
From young to bold.
From bricks to house.
From tiny to big.
From doubts to dig.
From bear to fear.
From whispers to hear.
From clicks to frames.
From innocence to games.
~that's how it all started.
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A/N:
Bleh! I have no idea what I've written. Started of as something and ended as something.
YOU ARE READING
Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
