OBLIVION
Gazed with intentness
Face so fair, brimmed with innocence
Tulips she had for long wished
Beautifully in her hands she held.
World continued, sheered praises
Praises for long she desired to hear
On her beloved white dress nevertheless,
She lies in her bier, completely lifeless.
- la única hija
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Write, Wrote, Written (Poetry)
PoetryWhen all you have is pen and paper, and all you could do is jot your feelings down bc no one could simply understand, because you yourself can make them understand. . ∆∆∆ "Without pain, pen does not bleed to write." ∆∆∆ . idiotmentor
