Mystic powers
Starshowers
The end is near
We flee in fear
poison flowers
Starshowers
My heart burns bright
To see the morning light
The children cower
Under the dark starshower
It seems quite queer
What we hold dear
We can create blooms
The fairy ring of mushrooms
Even the death we fear
Can make our pain disappear
fires, desires, things we feel
they are not things to steal
They are things to earn
If not, we will burn
Every dream we see
Those who cower, cry and flee
Every dream we see
We can watch with glee
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My Random bottle Of Poetry
PoetryAnother stress reliever for me... Dark poetry warning Edgy content warning Depression, anxiety, anger, fear, and sadness warning Enjoy at your own risk Side effects include: Missing sanity or boredom :)
