Growing with silence,
unwelcomed,
and think stunningly,
in crowed of life,
stear clearly, with own,
deeper than the skin,
haunting dream, and nightmares,
overwhelming treacherous,
an existence which follows,
Stepped down,
Sounds of steps,
Sneezing over daffodils,
Climbing the steep walls.
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I loved your descriptive language, the poem is very musical and your wodds flow smoothly, well done