Somewhere at the foot of the mountains
A stream of water penetrated the torn sneakers
Flowers red, green, blue, yellow
Round, squared, hexagonal, fibonacci
Were lined up with the hike
Forming a chain to the top
Stepping out, the shoes became too heavy
The water poured on the cracked land and tuned into steam
The flowers bowed down their heads
And stopped holding hands
The stream turned black
She looked at the stream and shook her head
He took a step and the flowers moved
He hiked and the wind became cooler
He hiked
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PoetryThis poetry book is very raw and it is straight from my heart. The poems include titles pertaining to life, love, death, ambition etc. There's no particular poetic tools that I've used it's just instinctual writing from whatever I've read till now...
