Gradually It Grows. Poem by Lyfe Tymme

Gradually It Grows.



She planted something in me
n gradually it grows....It flows
Like the moon...it glows
In perspective of grenade...it blows
Never mind this mind of mine.
never doubt this eyes; is blind
But it sees; it bleeds.......it fEEds
Its love.

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