Floating leaves
This is hard...
One never imagines a spring without leaves
A delayed winter
Yet somehow it's still autumn
Somehow
Two seasons in a single time and space
One never imagines the beast when they see the beauty
We see the rose and not the thorns
Even in sadness we show our smiles not our tears
And so
This is really hard
Taking the prick of the rose stem
Seeing the barren wood of the trees yet it's getting warmer
Letting my tears fall because I have not the strength to smile now
My skin proves sensitive to the cut of the rose
My heart grows a gloomy silence as I look at my wound
The dried leaves float across the floor
Carrying away the salt of my tears on the ground
This is really hard
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PuisiWhen thoughts meet pen and paper And words can describe emotion... ^ Just a rookie sharing her poetry . This is a young collection of my poems , random and all . ^ #474 in Poetry 😄😄😄😄
