I have been thinking of writing a poem for quite some now, eve since I was in high school i'd write loads of short stories and poems to express myself but some how i lost the willingness to do so but until now.
Flowers around your feet,
Beautiful as they seem,
Scentless without a whiff,
Until within your reached.
A person surrounded by friends and family,
the closest person to him though is himself,
yet he knows nothing when he sees a mirror.
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