For flowers to bloom
There must be light
But in this place
Even a simple spark
Is too much to hope for
So we remain buried
Buds of potential
Unrealized unless
We learn to radiate
Our own light
It is our only
Choice when we are
Seeds planted in
The heavy shade
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Inkblood Poetry
PoetryPoetry is the most efficient way for me to express things, even when I can't define it in a way that makes sense. And I think that's the beautiful thing about it - that poetry doesn't even need to be defined. It just exists.
