Turn your pain
In to poetry....
Sorrow
Unto songs
Let them be
Word clouds
That passes by
But pleasure...
It's a platitude...
That need
No appraisals
A flower that blooms
Oblivious of its
Beauty and scent
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Turn your pain
In to poetry....
Sorrow
Unto songs
Let them be
Word clouds
That passes by
But pleasure...
It's a platitude...
That need
No appraisals
A flower that blooms
Oblivious of its
Beauty and scent
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