A desolate land
Which has no end,
The horizon blurry
And their hearts beating quickly
Crumbling trees and dry grass
Boulders piling up into a mass
Of both danger and unstability
To be disturbed easily
They all are warned
Of the cries of the ones who mourned
For the loss of this paradise
So now, no abundance of nature will suffice.
To tame their agony
One must learn to venture deeply
To embrace the risks
Yet wander with caution.
We all have such landscapes.
Do we not have our minds?
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𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥
Poetrypoems from within. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ Note: my poem styles vary a lot, so some may rhyme and others no. Feel free to skip those you don't like. The poems aren't sequels to each other. There might be spoken word and such. Some poems a...
