Wonderer, seeker of inspiration.
'cause what does she has to write about?
maybe a flower
she has seen before,
maybe a heartache
she's been trough before.
but when it's all not
so soft and quiet, her mind remains
tranquil as the river flowing
a flower likes to feel small, tiny, surrounded by trees,
by the endless shades of green shouting selflessly
with the marvelous joy of a natural high, almost childish.
YOU ARE READING
Muddy, warm hearts
Poetrybeat-inspired-poetry collection. i blossomed through the mud, like the lotus flower, and so i met my way toward Death again. copyright © 2017 poems by @akahanadaniela.
