Bear the roar in the wind of the trees
Lies cling to the truth
Like honey to bees
A peculiar moment of thoughtful breeze
Time stops
Heart will never unfreeze
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Peculiar
Bear the roar in the wind of the trees
Lies cling to the truth
Like honey to bees
A peculiar moment of thoughtful breeze
Time stops
Heart will never unfreeze