She wants to grow,
Foolish child.
She wants to see the world,
let her.
Let her see it all.
The evil in the morning,
The pain in the evening,
The sorrow at night.
Let her hear the songs
of struggle and labor.
Let her see for herself,
that the world is not her friend.
Let her know,
that her time will come,
to face the waves.
Till then,
home is her place.
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Litutu - Literature by Tutu (Complete)
PoetrySo after the posting of my short, romance story, I was asked to make a poetry book. After much thought, I have decided to give you one after all. So here you go, Literature by Tutu. For all the dreamer and believers. For the broken and hopeless. Fo...
