In the garden, you will find,
Something dear to you that was left behind.
Warm and gentle was this Trinket.
Remembering the memories as tears fell from your eyes,
The Earth around you died and grew softer & softer,
Until nothing could hurt you inside.
Cold and isolated became this Trinket.
After then, you never went back.
Your heart was cracked & had turned inky black.
Broken, shattered and alone is now this Trinket.
YOU ARE READING
Volume I Of Poems
PuisiA collection of all my poems that I wrote once upon a time ago, and are still writing currently. These poems are written to describe how I felt at during periods or times, or whenever I wanted to create something that contained "Meraki" for me. Thes...
