There was a little shivering hand
Dirt among the polished land
It was looked down upon by all
For it was too filthy for a second glance
I once took its trembling hand
And it grew into the soil that enriched the land
Idk what this is supposed to mean don't know what was going on in my mind while writing.
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Poetry"A glimpse inside will scare you away but the ones who really care will choose to stay" ~The words that once struggled to be said, The thoughts that longed to be put into words, The feelings that were tired of being pushed aside, And the emotion...
