The whispers of the spring
Shall keep me on my way,
But when the lovers pass,
They make me want to stay.
Why am I not one like that,
To live the desired life,
The one of love, homes, kids,
Why don't I need a wife?
I plucked a flower from the ground,
I hold it in my hand.
The brittle thing flew apart
And scattered through the land.
Maybe I'd treat her wrong,
Maybe it cannot be,
Maybe I cannot love.
This path was not for me.
Continue, please good sir,
Good day miss and good night.
I will return to this path
When it starts to feel right.
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Art Inspired poetry
PoesíaWe live in a world full of beautiful art and ravishing words. I put them together. Each chapter is a poem inspired by artwork from around the world. Comment your favorite artwork for me to write about or send me a pic of your own art at silverfire13...
