You take whats turn to rock and ash,
and let me know its all just the past.
with a whip of your hand it all grows anew,
lush trees and overgrowth too.
stones of moss,
and streams of water.
as if a new sun has risen to meet my head.
a new person walked in,
and took everything that was dead.
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This is so inspirational. I can relate so much.
Well written and expressed
Such a pretty poem! Keep it up Sugar!
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