Hatred is what you hold,
Your eyes are cruel and cold.
One doubt, why do you hate me?
Because of the skin you see?
But, each drop of blood I shed,
They're just like yours, raging in red.
Sharon Mathew
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Feather Quill
PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
