I come out on pages
Bleed from many different colored pens
Older but not old
Happier but not happy
In love and always loving him
Share,care,and deliver
It is more than Ok to be
You don't have to like it or me
Kindness and gratitude are my friends
I am a writer
Finally,I said it and believe it

The scent of the garden,
Left its traces on my hands,
As I danced around pulling weeds
and disposing of them in bands.

Christmas tree in the corner
Lights on the shelf with pictures of us
Me sitting again lonely

Hearing dogs barking on strangers
I didn't see Sun for ages
Winter is just dark period

Book lying on the table
Do not have taste to read it
Again the same pages
Of our lives

Maybe I will leave it

Will I walk towards the day?

Flowers are direct proof of love in nature.
They are symbol of a beauty.
They smell variously. It's a mystic.
Why they grow?
Plant doesn't need flower for
releasing new life.
Why so they grow?
Maybe to make our nature colorful.
To make it into Eden.
Direct proof of love.

Nature wants flowers be beauty.
Flowers for lovers.
Flowers for tenderness.
Flowers for softness.

Simply goes on.
8/12/2024