Amaranth Anxiety
I'm waiting for the flowers to grow.
I'm at the fields wandering...
I want to know...
I yearn to find my fate
as I walk through the amaranth fields of anxiety.
When the end comes near, it could end in two ways;
roam through the wildflowers
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poeTRY (Volume 2)
PoetryFirst time Poems by our newest Pubbers. Our second Edition.