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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Reflections on Motherhood
I repeatedly brought my mother to tears. Her cries did not appeal to me as a ten-year-old. I wish I could go back now that I am a mommy. I occasionally reflect on how I behaved back then. Did my mother drink a lot of beer because of me? Still, mother made sure I would follow my course in school. Perhaps in the future you'll bring me to tears. However, I'll move on and your words will become black. I promise to support you in facing your worries no matter what. and I'll tell you to fly, just as my mother used to say. and know that I'll always be there for you. Don't be afraid of change.
By Ranjith Kumar3 years ago in Poets
