My blooms fall as you pulled away from the embrace.
I greet farewell as my leaves dries.
My mind dreams of the weekly high again.
"Another 7 more days." I told my branches.
Ill wait for you next weekend.
The way trees wait for spring.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
