20-01-2022:
_I now have a storybook and had a rumoured book_...
I opened that storybook and lazily turned to the next page. There was an aroma of coffee... That day my tree hole had whispered. "Thunderstorms don't shed tears, clouds do."
Let's not be a fool, it was only a dream. There was no real coffee, there were no real thunderstorms and no real rain.....
Summer was gloomy and spring gave me a hand. The autumn was angry and the winter had asked me for a ban.
YOU ARE READING
_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
