I planted a seed
Years ago,
And it grew up
To be a tree,
A tree of hopes
And different colours.
Spring comes
And it bears fruit,
Which I don't eat,
Keep them as mementos
In my cupboard,
They rot
And in an illusion I sit,
Wait for more,
But in a second
Autumn would appear,
Leaves fall, fruits go away
Then I go back to my cupboard
And see,
Fat worms roving in and around
My mementos,
In dismay I cry,
And wish I had eaten
Them red.
I sit and wait for
Spring to come again,
But winter is long
And summer is
Nowhere to see.
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Incandescent Nightfall
PoetryThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
