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.
