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Flourishing breezes pass through the air, and emanate throughout your asunder bristle stems. Not leaving any trace; like it was never even there Your brisk brown eyes could never compare While the raging rapid wind hated its glide It hid the shameful flowers which then commence to cry Hearing the blissful silence of natures mind I begin to realize that it is now my time The dishonourable flowers that I know are now mine They soon and surely begin to shine The ageless roots forever intertwine I know deep down in my heart that they will last a lifetime When the trees come alive to a song sung by a bird My ears prove to me that they'll always be heard My subconscious takes over into an act of peace And when their graceful songs begin to increase I know the war inside me will now cease So the dawn will break at last And the moon and stars are put in the past Along with the struggle, I tried to contain It sill aches inside of my brain wondering if I'll ever be sane So I breathe the fresh breeze through my heartfelt pain Who knows if I'll ever be the same
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Heartfelt Pain
Flourishing breezes pass through the air, and emanate throughout your asunder bristle stems. Not leaving any trace; like it was never even there Your brisk brown eyes could never compare While the raging rapid wind hated its glide It hid the shameful flowers which then commence to cry Hearing the blissful silence of natures mind I begin to realize that it is now my time The dishonourable flowers that I know are now mine They soon and surely begin to shine The ageless roots forever intertwine I know deep down in my heart that they will last a lifetime When the trees come alive to a song sung by a bird My ears prove to me that they'll always be heard My subconscious takes over into an act of peace And when their graceful songs begin to increase I know the war inside me will now cease So the dawn will break at last And the moon and stars are put in the past Along with the struggle, I tried to contain It sill aches inside of my brain wondering if I'll ever be sane So I breathe the fresh breeze through my heartfelt pain Who knows if I'll ever be the same
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
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