Racism
As day turned to night and night to day. we just simply were obsessed with beauty of nature.
we were connected to the veins and the deep generations towards the pedals.
the colors, the different capacity. the contrasting flame that caught people's eyes.
although, slowly realizing the reality of mothers nature creation. we were destroying every bit it. we simply attacked every blooming flower. picking it up, ripping it apart from their purified veins and letting us be selfish. while the flower laid, and lost all the beauty.
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esmi_flores
Poetry is the description of life, but replaced with dramatic and different phrases. Describing and a life lesson, to make the audience feel, and think about the poem. Love poetry, love writing love-sad poems, but lead to extreme danger. Happy with life, and happy with my writing. 3 years of writing poetry, and more years to come.
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