Delacite silk, no man can make
Petals flowing like milk, can break with just a shake
They grow, strong and proud
They grow, tall from the ground
The pinkest came from rocks
Still so soft, but no keys to its lock
It needs to be careful, as someone can kill it because of its beauty
It needs to be defensive, as someone can kill it because of its extraordinary.
It has no break, but at least it has majesty. 🔱
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So I've decided to make a softer peom because I've left you with a really sad one last time.
Hope yall like💎. ~A
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PoetryHey, I am writing peoms in my art notebook. Well, it' s still a type of art right? Wanna sneak peek? Well, here we go... Roses are red Violets are blue I dont share what's going on in my head But it' s time i give the world a Clue ~*~*~ These peoms...