Cactus SoulA Poem by MachinaWriterI've had a problem Where I can't tell the weeds and flowers apart pulling up roots with calloused hands. Now the garden in my heart is devoured by barren, blasted sands; turns out though, I didn't know, it can rain in the desert Really, who'd have thought? Now this cactus soul, has enough to grow, with the waters that its caught. © 2019 MachinaWriter |
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Added on January 1, 2019 Last Updated on January 1, 2019 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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