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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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