A poem: “Allergic” by yours truly

She hides behind that mask

The mask known as privacy

She doesn’t like the scent of flowers

In the garden of gossip and flattery

She wants to go somewhere else

To a place without butterflies

Which appear beautiful and flawless

But are only attracted to fragrant lies

The garden is unbelievably vast

It seems to stretch indefinitely

But she needs to run away fast

To enter the ideal reality

 


 

Everything is written by miharusshi.

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