I ink whatever I feel,
even if it's blood.
All I care is to feel free,
which the world doesn't accept.
But writing has no limits-
I can go as far as fly,
in the orange, yellow, blue sky.
Fluffy clouds in my sight,
High enough to dip my wings.
Might make one smile,
or save a life.
Let the world heal,
and it all starts from I.
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Author:
Cynthia Seven (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hope is what keeps you moving forward.
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Comments2
You definitely made me smile. 🌹
I am happy I could ❤️
An expression of freedom in writing well expressed. This poem uses great imagery and feels playful. Well done
Thank you dear friend
You are most welcome Samprikta
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