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Dreams & Wilderness

by Amhaanlaya
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Her Soul aches when the ,
Storm bends her branches
&
She plans her revanche

Her lips quivers when she,
holds back the words
&
She hummes her unspoken chords
She cannot bleed the pain,
She is perceived as oak
on the snow capped mountain…
But, she screams on the paper;
Describing the bee & wildflower….
Weaving all her broken pieces, willpower, strength & struggle
She wears the scars as a festive drapper

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