You're the secret whisperer of soil's embrace, Instead of soil, your voice whispers to my core essence.
You grow something with unpredicted pace, Now, my heart sprouts an imaginary scenes.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
The Love Fertilizer
You're the secret whisperer of soil's embrace, Instead of soil, your voice whispers to my core essence.
You grow something with unpredicted pace, Now, my heart sprouts an imaginary scenes.
