poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
There is Hope lighting up my Life ahead of Me,A Life I could never even Dream of,There are Divine Flowers which bloom in front of Me,The Sweet Orange Nectar flourishing inside my Minds Eye,Trickling down my Face,Onto Tongue, nurturing my Mouth,Feeding me Growth through Red Hues of Hell,Through the shades of Golden Yellow which Glow, […]