I never felt the flowers grow around me,
or a river surround me,
growing up like this has made me see with my eyes
and not the telescopes required
to appreciate the beauty around me
We don't need to look far
to know what's closer to our hearts
abstain from falsehood and promised lies
by the fragrance of familiarity I empathize
that maybe you are sniffing with your eyes
and looking with a mouth
that is not yet subject to sympathize
with other doubts
that we all have
in sincerity, brevity, and levity
it's a second nature
an unfound stature
that you might have been living in all along
yet we don't take granted
all that seem reprimanded
in a paradox
in a corner street box
And yet we don't notice the garden
A garden of self-contentment
nature's true apartment
for one to rest
their worries in
like seeds
and watered with our tears
lets the soul blossom beautifully
when society's impure
how do you stay clean?
The answer is simple
Filter the air in your lungs
with branches evergreen
of an earnest character
possibly the best anyone should have ever seen.
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Elevation
PoetryA series of curious & personal poems about questions, doubts, and loveliness.