A Wren's Poems
A break from the flow of life.
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Bitter Leaves
Bitter Leaves
Somewhere,
Sometime during my childhood,
A bitter seed
Had been planted inside of me.
Now,
I’ve grown
And my leaves are stained
With black
Patches
That have crusted my beauty.
-Rani
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