she sits tosses crumbs ~
feed her dreams chirp birds coo doves ~
they lend her their wings
look at my blood flowers, because I write with a serene sharp blade that soothes. as much as cuts into the deepest parts of my soul
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- Son, Mallu, Expeditionist, Whimsical Blogger, Pseudo Poet, Haiku thirst, Literaly anti-literal, Foodie, Coffee & PinkFloyd addict. floating bewilderedly through space-time continuum !
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- Apple tree
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