Taking in the sun with every cell,
loving the water when it touches us just a little,
and closing in coldness and darkness.
Think about it when you pick a wildflower next spring.
She understands your pain and wants you to return the favor.
YOU ARE READING
bad daydream
PoetryI would not refer to this as poetry rather some unconnected thoughts I had. Sometimes I still do so I actually work on some poems right now but first I share some random thoughts. I had them when my life felt like a nightmare but I don't like that t...
