Poisoned Seed

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I was angry with my foe,

Told it to her and it didn’t grow

I was angry with my friend,

Kept it in my heart and it didn’t end

 

And it grew inside, till I realized,

the poisoned seed was the whisper supplies,

planted softly underneath the broken ties

it was not me nor my friend

a poisoned seed was definitely not the end.

 

Inspired by Poisoned apples from dead trees

Published by Amber

Hello there, Thank you for visiting, my name is Amber. After months and years of procrastinating, I finally took the plunge to blog. For now, this is absolutely a personal blog, I have nothing to sell here other than stories, thoughts. Some funny incidents, travel blog at times and sometimes my life lessons. I would love comments, feed backs and ideas to write about. Lets see how it goes

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