I looked in the mirror,
And my reflection said,
"Darling just breathe,
You've flowers in your head.
They need fresh air,
They need your sunshine,
Winters are retreating,
It'll soon be springtime.
I know you've struggled,
And you've been sore,
But life's isn't a rhyme,
It's a damn forklore.
The petals have all colours,
And fragrance of your smile,
And butterflies fluttering,
In your world agile.
Seasons; they change,
Flowers die too,
But after the autumns,
Buds shoot anew!"
A tiny smile arched,
Right across my face.
I found the warmth,
In my own embrace.
-aditi
YOU ARE READING
Wavering Starlight
Poésiemy emotions are bubbling through my veins, stars with love, and darkness with pains, here am I with pen between my teeth, and a rustic paper drenched in my ink, letting all my emotions sink... welcome to a poetic voyage to my world !
