White LinesA Poem by N.SevillaTime doesn't need to heal rightUpon my arm, in paper white, lay across two scars. Two pale lines, scarcely a thread, stubbornly stay. Years of memories plowed through my skin. A field of bloom and yet only two remain. Out of the many, I can't recall where these in particular originate. "Time heals all wounds" Though it is true, doesn't need to heal right.
© 2023 N.SevillaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorN.SevillaCAAboutI've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..Writing
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