B l u e P a t c h e s

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14| w i l l o w' s  t a l e;

" Leave your sorrows by the shore,
Run across the broken roads,

Leave your broken soul by the willows,
Let them weep for your loss,

Join the clan of broken silhouettes,
Mend your broken skin with theirs,

Let the moon charm the passerby's,
Let the flowers seduce them in,

Just don't let your sorrow turn you in,
You must knead your broken skin,

Mingle with the earth,
Blend in with the dust,

Float with the cotton bodies,
Giggle with the winds,

Sleep on the flowerbeds,
Weep in the little endless blue,

Jump in the chaotic mess of colours,
It may seem that you're crazy,

When the world says you're sick,
It may seem that you can never heal,

It may seem imaginary to breathe,
When weeping is the only solution,

You must let your mind wonder,
The reason of your existence,

Is more superior,
Than what you believe,

Healing yourself takes patience,
Just like a honey bee takes nectar,

From thousand flowers,
Just to get a drop of honey dew."

- willows tale.

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A/N:

Nature is the best healer, but a slow one. My poems are based on absurd words describing the nature that we don't seem to give a second glance, you must notice the little things these little things forms a whole universe we live and breathe in. I had many down moments where I hated my own downright existence. I realised sometime later how I have a balcony which has the west view of the sky all the stars and the thick clouds with the softest air one can imagine. I spent straight 2 hours there laying and thinking without the skies we would be nothing. The air is too precious. Yes we are humans we feel things we should feel these things too. This universe is made for us and we should cherish whatever comes our way. Have a good day. Even breathing properly is beautiful some people can't even do that.