the flowers on my windowsill are slowly creeping up from under the rich soil. the sun beams on them, whispering them words of encouragement. slowly, waiting for them to sprout, and then bloom into magnificent petals filled of color.
I'm just like those gentle flowers, patiently, waiting for when I too will bloom.
- January 30, 2018
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homesick - poetry
Poetryhomesick: (adj.) sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time.
