Green is healing to me;
When the leaves fall
From season to season,
The tree does not merely
Give up its life,
But continues its duration
By sprouting new leaves.
Not of red and brown decay,
But of a new living start.
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Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
