She looked at the cherry tree of her childhood,
A nagging regret tugging for no reason,
The Northern wind switching her mood.
With each swirl of dust, she felt her prison.
Her life was a full circle or so she thought.
But this time, she wouldn't return.
All had been indeed for naught
Until they sealed her ashes in an unmarked urn.
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The Darker Side
PoesíaThese are darker thoughts I wrote, exploring bleaker emotions. Abuse, Broken spirit, broken heart, loss, depression, loneliness and more... I'd like to think we use negative experiences to become stronger and to develop compassion and understandin...
