Theta the scholar


Farmer boy 

Interest - Being in the state of wanting to know more about something or someone 



  • At the pond I sit and dip my legs 


Feeling empty but never dead 


  • What I thought was a thorn but was a petal


It poked me and felt heavy felt like metal 


  • Petal by petal and stem by stem


I ponder at the pond when this burden will end 


  • But what is this feeling wet and pure


What have I done in life to deserve this I am unsure 


  • Twas a kiss on the cheek from a flower full of charm 


I still don’t know if I am worthy of this rose I grew on my arm



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