humans - Ayamba

By Ayamba. STAY IN YOUR LANE. Maybe if I were into politics or the environment, I could add more value. I could make more sense. Maybe my poems would be…

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"She was far out to sea and alone; surrounded by flowers of gloominess.
Named after the hyacinth, she paddled her boat with her head down.
Her sadness was picturesque, every sigh and grunt was a work of art.
This was her way of life, melancholy with a hint of madness. If all she ever had to be was be herself, then, every sunflower would become chrysanthemums the moment she wandered into an open field. Maybe it was time to be somebody else, for the sake of the planet.”

-Amba
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