Showing posts with label Even the flowers fear to bloom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Even the flowers fear to bloom. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Fear to bloom!

I blossomed witnessing the blood.
I withered witnessing the fire.
I warned my buds,
Not to bloom
To decorate the grave.
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