Seed-like Shield Doodle
Sleeping on silt,
Hiding in a quilt,
Tilting their heads drowsily,
The flowers wilt,
With petals gilt,
Each wondering "What has become of me?".
But as they gripped the hilt,
Almost atilt,
Ashamed of their reality,
They were filled with guilt,
So, a shield they built,
Against their own mentality.
For there is beauty in everything and a beginning after every ending!
This is amazing!! 👍
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