Destined Onions Poem by Madrason .

Destined Onions



Peeling off the onions of destination
need to cry before you die
for hope is but the same odd station
onions' teardrop just for thee
oh what a giant revelation
where the etching eyes can't see! M

Destined Onions
Monday, March 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny
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Madrason .

Madrason .

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