once a seed
knocked the barren land
without humidity
it grew
weak but green
under the harsh rays
under the wicked temperature
without moisture
without manure
thin but green
about to bloom.
but barren
thought it as weed
thus removed its root
from ground
weak...thin... paralyzed…
about to bloom
was grieving
but no hopeful cold wind
in the barren land
saved the dying bloom.
barren remained barren
now...still!
with no traces of green
brown, cracked, dry
it looked like
with occasional noise
of a skeletal
moving around
of once
weak...thin... paralyzed…
bloom.
the tale of barren heart land
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Sundae
PoetryI have been dying to tell you that I don't hate you My intentions aren't to hurt you My feelings Confuses my action My words are harsh My actions are worst Pardon is a joke As what I have done to you. To the most magnificent person whose positio...
