I find it so beautiful,
How I'll never tell,
They'll never hear,
And you'll never know
The story of how
Thousands of lilies burnt
With the soul of mine
To save the soul of
One white flower.
Don't get me wrong...
I don't have savior complex.
It was the lilies who said
They were phoenixes,
And burning seemed interesting
To my soul.
.
- Ipsita Mitra Pupu
06/07/2021
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Tender
PoetryA Poetry Collection by an Everywoman about an Everywoman... About her brain, her body, her wishes, her needs, her psychology, her intellectuality, her love, her pain, her everyday battels, her scars, her strength, her weaknesses, her concious, her u...
