I think we've had enough
March Madness
To last the century,
But you know,
I really missed
My April Showers.
I heard them
I felt their weight
Pushing me down,
But I miss the raindrops,
The misty smell
The calming sounds
To ease my worries.
The clouds have parted,
The world's grown warmer,
The blossoms blew away.
Bud have grown petals
With pretty smells
Leaving them feeling damp
Like silk
After all I've been through
I choose to grow
With peeking eyes in the distance
And like May Flowers
I wish to bloom
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoezjaA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
