i speak in poems which cannot be translated by anyone to date.
the line of words, rushing out, twisting and turning.
metaphors and similes that cannot be compared.
i can personify my emotion, and ground myself into ash,
Embers falling all around me,
And nobody hears my voice.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 1:38 AM UTC
i speak in poems which cannot be translated by anyone to date.
the line of words, rushing out, twisting and turning.
metaphors and similes that cannot be compared.
i can personify my emotion, and ground myself into ash,
Embers falling all around me,
And nobody hears my voice.
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