Look upon the miles and miles of those flowers, showering this wretched world with a small bit of beauty that is no longer upon us.
They bloom as if they do not acknowledge the monsters that roam this Earth, spreading their laughter like little children playing tag.
Their selection of colors are endless, reminding us that there is so much more than the disastrous black that is chocking us.
Smile as they dance in the disorienting winds, dancing to the long lost rhythm that you have forgotten years ago.
Run through the rows, spread your arms out wide and let the wind flow through your hair.
Let go of it all.
Embrace the stunning flowers.
Lay upon the array of colors.
Close your eyes
Breathe
Let go of it all
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
