i wasn't aware that eyes could carry seasons,
but in yours— i witnessed spring.
it was fresh and light,
quite improbable to catch.
i reached out in thought, in the hopes to belong,
but maybe i was meant to bloom somewhere.
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a love so poetic
Poetryfollows a 30-day journey of unrequited love, but also a gradual discovery of self-worth and self-love. each chapter is posted daily.
