Like twisted branches
Flourishing with leaves, I hide
The pain with a smile
I would scream the stars awake
If only I had my voice
Link: awake with awake
Like twisted branches
Flourishing with leaves, I hide
The pain with a smile
I would scream the stars awake
If only I had my voice
Link: awake with awake
“I would scream the stars awake” this is where you got me! Lovely poem.
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