Poetry is a sense-blossoming flower that never wilts.

The scribbles here sketch rawness and purity of my innocence battling with heaviness I've dealt in 18 years of my instability. If these words be seen and spoken from someone's senses, brighten be the blues and grays I shadowed infinitely behind its letters.

a Poetry of Poetry's Poetry.

S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did

2019-2021 "Writing is a form of personal freedom." - Don deLillo Copyright 2019 ©MyriadOfSmiles DISCLAIMER: These poems are also posted on my wordpress blog themidsummerpoet.wordpress.com and some of them are published in a poetry book "Tryst: Ruminations of teenage". No poem (in part or entirely) is allowed to be reposted or used without prior permission from the author. All Rights Reserved (cover background - via pinterest)

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