CliffA Poem by Ana B.in memory of my Grandfather.Midnight flowers in my hair, the scent is heavy on me, pushing, making me ready to fall over the waiting edge of my sanity, cause anyway i'm on the ledge ready to jump...what's gonna hold me? Only the branches of the glorious tree of life. Daybreak with its light is hurting my eyes, which hope avoiding another reason to cry, will it be over? I'm tired . No four-leaf clover for me, sometimes life is not enough to live, the non-ending grief has rough scars... Is there someone on the other side? © 2017 Ana B.
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