Do not feel sorry for me.
For every hurt
I have planted a tree
And now I have a luscious
forest of mine own.
And forests are wild things
they burn, they emanate
And so dear ones
for each pain received,
I will just seed it,
and plant it into
the ground. . .
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I Stood On The Ledge
PoetryThings I feel about love and all that. This collection is a part of a larger whole by MWriterly on Instagram 💝 Thank you for reading!
