tears roll off my face.
wildflowers soak them up.
the tears represent pain and suffering.
the droplets represent life and growth.
sometimes beautiful things come from
broken hearts and wrists covered
with scars made by the thorns of roses.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
