The flowers are blooming
They're appearing every year
They whisper soft lullabies
every time I close my eyes so all I can do is hear.I lay my head in them
and listen as they chat.
They ask each other how their day is going
how they feel and if they're alright and why is that?I run my fingers across their petals
and listen as they giggle.
I close my eyes and slowly realize
That just like these flowers,
I, too, will be here for another sunrise.~F.C.
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This is Poetic Vomit
PoesíaI only mean to write what I feel. That's what the doctors say I should do.