Dying flower blossoming


A burst of laughter was all they saw.No apathy for the shamed heart that runs away to the land of arms of the dead. Jealousy was what he deeply felt for the real peace he inquired only laid six feet under.  Run. Hide. Camouflage. The ignorant mouths screaming obscene things except for the soft pink lips empowering the rest.This lost pride is now regained to a journey of the unknown to seek what Others have gave up on.  Hope. Courage. Love.

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