ailsya avriel
Jun 24, 2023

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the grief between her flowers.

another whirlwind that blows fastly thru her skin

bringing her to the old faint memory that she chose to never remember it again

how could a gentle breeze felt this nostalgic?

she hunted by the abundance of her own worst past tragedy

as she picked one of the flower from the garden

embracing it as if its her fleeting dream that never fulfilled

covered by the perfectness of its colour

“will i ever deserve this eventually?”

all of her question that been hanging around without answer

her question over her mourn experienced

hiding from the cruelty that world had gave to her

she cried over her grief between her flowers

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ailsya avriel

sometimes i write for people, sometimes i write for myself. reach me on ig @ailsyaavriel ^^