SilageA Poem by Bee~takes bad to recognise good~
A downpour soaks in to soil.
Dirt minerals form beneath the surface. When each step causes erosion, a reasurrence can mean so much. An ignorant sun will always rise regardless of the depth of night. So let's put this behind us. Do words hold more meaning when shouted? My gut is straining to speak but my spine holds it still. In silence © 2018 BeeReviews
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