The Wonderment - Poem by iliya Gotby
The innocence that pokes its head around the faded corner, knows where not to look, but it is something about this beauty that frees my hearts discontent, if but for a step. life is one word with every definition, both alone and befriended, by the invisible hand. In life, you must be a flower, and die to live again.
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