You have enough bearing
of the world on your back.
It is alright to put it down.
You have enough growing
of thorns and wilting buds.
It is alright at all to weep.
For how loose it is to breath;
how wilting one's freely live.
It is alright, it is alright.
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What Sprung Out of Our Holes?
PoésieWhat Sprung Out of Our Holes is an anthology of poems centers on the metaphoric meaning of Holes and other unobtrusive things to our eyes, but remain inspirational to our lives. Like holes, as one of those stated, we are sometimes in dark corners, u...
