Guilt


I got a nameless flower
It eats and drinks of me
It stretches and blooms
And grows into a tree.
..........................................
I got a shameless secret
It's evil, pitty and sour
To make myself feel better
I turned it into a flower.
..........................................
I got a nameless flower
It eats and drinks of me
It stretches and blooms
And grows into a tree.



Poetry by zana
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Written on 2018-05-01 at 21:26

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