It's been a while,
for my chamomiles.
The winter was prolonged
and so the bloom i longed.
See, Im stuck!
but there, where doves flock.
A light in the horizon,
But Im stuck- see no option.
In this quicksand I lay,
my deathbed in May.
But seasons come and go.
Here September I forgo.
Of roses and sunflowers,
My chamomiles will saunters.
A Renaissance of Me
Of what tomorrow will be.
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Yesterday's Rain
PuisiCollection of Poetry Dedicated to all the people who have hurt me in the past.
