Everywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflorescence . ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ This book have a collection of poems that I put together . And I warn you it is sooooo random . I hope all of my readers enjoy my poems and support me by voting and commenting. Also please report if you see anyone copying my poems. Thank you : ) ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇