I wilt like the petals
Of an unwatered rose.
Neglected, confused,
Lamenting in prose.
How do I bring myself
Back to full bloom?
When I am immobile,
Head turned from the moon.
- Authors: Kora (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: June 27th, 2018 03:00
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