Lost and found
I was lost in the garden of distractions,
Left alone, as I wonder about-
Blissful satisfactions.
And as I turn to look around them-
I remember the things I've always wanted to do,
But forgot as I was lost in the garden of distractions.
I wander around the miraculous fountains
And as I see my reflection in it,
I remember I was just lost-
And yet to climb mountains of success,
Rendezvousing with hardwork & passion
To achieve the satisfaction which wasn't found-
Even in the garden of distractions.
~Astrid Lyrax
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Wilted trees that flower: A poetry collection
PoetryJoin me on a poignant journey through the ebbs and flows of life, where love and heartache entwine. Explore the contrasts that shape us: •Love: a radiant flame that burns bright, even in the darkest moments. •Betrayal: a lingering scar that refuses...
