Capulla de Rosa
THE SUN KISSES US
We grow
We bloom
we are stepped on
We are told how to rise, where to spread our seeds
We lack soil and nutrients
We are told how to rise, where to spread our seeds
We are stepped on
YET we bloom
We grow
THE SUN KISSES US
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Poetry has been my escape ever since I could remember. Every time I think of what to say or write, my throat has a seal that is broken free from strangulation. Words tend to sporadically slip out of my mouth and I have the pure enjoyment of writing them down.
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