In here grows honeyed pears and rich grapes that fill the souls desires.
in here we are what we are no matter what the world requires
in here we laugh and cry and till we are transported to exultation or the land of misery
we are what we are we are born with ourselves
we transcend ourselves
through our fall we become aright
after sadness we eventually find delight
1 comment:
I like the imagery you use. I would suggest changing "land of misery" to misery. Otherwise, it breaks the rhythm of the poem. Also, I think you should include punctuation if you are going to have multiple sentences on the same line. Nice, short, poem, though.
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