Our graves grow deeper the more we grow,
The seed of life watered by sorrow.
Our dreams the untouchable sunlight,
The nutrients the blood she'd from eternal fight.
Our graves grow deeper the longer we live,
But a flower grows as long as we let it.
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Across My Mind
PoetrySpontaneous poems I think of or that cross my mind. For me to share and yours to read.
