She shed tears for the loss of
Innocence
Yet not her own
It was for those who did not have that Luxury
To store her tears in
clear glass
She would pour this
magical liquid
On seeds planted in moist fertile soil
Sunshine and the
Goddess of Spring
Blessing us all with bright blooming Flowers
Her spell is cast and she breathes a sigh of relief
Letting go she begins to dance
Under the blue sky she is free again
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fietsbel:
Beautiful poem!
mind_fcuk:
#dope