I saw the eyes rise as my mouth spoke.
Beauty by trees, she made the sun woke.
To heal and resolve the unbeatable heart.
The roots carry safety for our very start.
Bondage or nothing we all want cuddles.
To express identity into all sorts of puddles.
-Erha
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PoetryWe're all so desperate to be understood... we forget to be understanding!! A LONG WALK THROUGH MY MIND Started: 28th Feb, 2022
