Aiah
Junior Member

"When the land calls, I will return home."

Joined: January 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

Submitted Poems 2 total

Thistle’s Touch Like a thistle bloomed in the moors, Hardened by the bitter winds from the gray stony sea Prickled thorns that draw the blood of the greedy, So are the victims of blackened hate and festered love. And the prince of solid gold who held his heart... – *by Aiah*	5 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
For Sydney When all is said and done, And the spry flames we once were Have crispened into raven ash, I will see you. I will see you in the lonely face of the moon I will see you in the ripening autumn leaves I will see you in the wildflowers that bloom near... – *by Aiah*	3 Views added 3 years ago	Rating

Like a thistle bloomed in the moors,
Hardened by the bitter winds from the gray stony sea
Prickled thorns that draw the blood of the greedy,
So are the victims of blackened hate and festered love.
And the prince of solid gold who held his heart...

– by Aiah

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added 2 years ago

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For Sydney

When all is said and done,
And the spry flames we once were
Have crispened into raven ash,
I will see you.
I will see you in the lonely face of the moon
I will see you in the ripening autumn leaves
I will see you in the wildflowers that bloom near...

– by Aiah

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added 3 years ago

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