Sometimes
I realise
I took
Time
To bloom.
While
Everyone said
It should have happened
At an early age.
I had
No words
To explain.
But I walked away
In silence.
When the moment
Passed,
It arrived Quietly
To say:
You were
Becoming
in your own way.
Sometimes, my mind is full of noise. The harder I try to make it quiet, The more It comes back to fight, Then, like a Child, I feel ...
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