Wisps of disappearance,
Drifting through the air;
Clear going hazy,
Left all alone.The fragrance still there,
Rain of tears falling but
Rub it off or not;
Still wants it or not?The flower was watered,
Nurtured and loved;
Oh! Just didn't realise,
It bear thorns.So whose fault was it?
Whose blood dripped?
Why did it stung,
Stung so painfully?Letting it go,
Or letting it remain here;
Decide please decide,
'Cause you're in pain dear.~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Nurtured by blood and water...
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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