dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.
yet, every heaven has a hell under its surface.
we long for those we left behind:
gosh, this is new. tried experimenting in a new style of poetry (inspired by astrobhbe), while dealing with some heavier subject matter. credit to the idea of the fruit from the tree of knowledge being a pomegranate goes to r.j.elsewhere.
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Written By: Anha
August 24, 2019