"That proves you are unusual," returned the Scarecrow; "and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed. - The wizard of OZ
We are the unnoticed flowers blooming in a field of grasses. This is me Aza running this account with my bosom buddy Anne. The idea of this account was pretty much impulsive. She said, "How about we share our poems together?"
I returned, "How about tommorow?" Pretty kidish, no?
Our poems are far from Shakespearean words or even the modern poet Rupi Kaur, but we still share them with hope writing our roads and our hearts pouring our emotions through our pens. Hope, you love these little clusters of letters.
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Story by Anne and Aza
Crying Words
We may not have big droplets raining down our cheeks, but our pen flows in our words' cries
