Life


I’m afraid of the dark,
and of the monsters that lurk in them.

I'm scared of the branches,
that knock on my window when it rains.

I’m terrified of getting lost,
lost In the woods.

I fear for the day I have to break the law,
due to my little one's innocence.

I rue the day I smell a flower
And there’s no fragrance.

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