the sun is so shiny
it's rays are so lively
yet somehow a big tree
makes it so hard for me
to catch even a single
ray of his sunlight.
but then i realized
it was not a tree but
a rose with so much
passion, beauty, and
rarity; the total opposite
of foolish petals.
YOU ARE READING
to move on
Poetrylet the pen run wild as it tell the tale about u and me but never us. genre: (not so) poetry // english
