I put a seed into a ground under my feet
Six years ago
I pull water on it, every time I get a chance
It grows, although it takes more time than I wish
It grows, until I finally see the top of it, a flower
Now I'm feeling great that I've come this far
Also I'm thinking— what can I do for my bright flower?
What can I give this core heart of mine?
This is why I'm writing in English.
I won't stop it after it got a fruit.
I want more from it.
YOU ARE READING
Daydreams
PoesíaA poem collection about my experiences of studying abroad in England. I had to go back home due to the COVID-19, which makes me frustrated, unsettled, and unfinished. That's why I decided to create a poem collection although I only have one poem h...
