Poems from Equell

The petals in due time, Slip from their mothers grasp; Their birth place , As they evade time, Dancing between space, Before falling down...
Why must we be identified by such names? I feel as though in our society, There are more names that project A negative idea towards us then...
In front of me, A board triumphly stands, Despite the bits and pieces of  Words that stained its surface. Each phrase a living memory,...
I feel like crying. Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands. "Cry already!" "Make me feel better!" "Think of something funny!"...
I am at Peace. Emotions, tend to be as fluid as most Of the streams that pass through The lush green forests  We hardly ever get to see...

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