A place of beauty enclosed by a wounded Elysian.
They swear upon its serenity
But as we're in need they don't emphasize with our cry's
They just sit and watch as we reach out for them, With a face of pity they look upon us.
As if we are lost souls mopping towards them, even though they've already aided us in our journey beyond...
Maybe that's it.
Maybe we shall aid ourselves in this time and then we'll be accepted.
Then we'll be able to uprise our own sanctuary and share the fruits it bears to give.
Spread our own peace to relieve the pain.
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Les Fleurs
PoetryLes Fleur; we're all beautiful on the inside and the only way to light up the sky and banish darkness is to share that inner beauty...
