This day,
The blossoms fill me heart
With joy and then with sorrow.
They're so beautiful now,
And I can't help thinking:
Imagine how pretty they'll be
In just a few more weeks?
And then I remember:
In just a few weeks after that,
They're gone again with all of spring.
I love the blossoms,
But I can't savor them,
I can only miss them before they've left,
Can only wish they never left,
Before they've left.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoesiaThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
