they bloom in spring or summer, there bright and stunning colors.they look so beutifull and bright,i wish i was a flower. bazel42 VT 14 years old
Poetry By bazel42 Forgotten memories My home is roughened with bare hands.Worn over by wasted time.Rain and wind tear me down,And I let it consume me.The sorrowed tears of our loved ones.Leaving traces of their story.
Poetry By bazel42 Wall Walls.They hold me hostage,from the world outside.Escaping?Not an option.Im cuaght in my own words restricting my freedom.
Poetry By bazel42 Hurtful truths I try to fight but my bruised words dont let me free.Cranes fly, we die, and im still moving forward.Yet my bruised words dont let me free.
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