I have this way of waking up
I fill my senses with the scent of spring time
I wonder if, left alone for a while,
I will begin to grow flowers from my skin
And if they will be as beautiful as my memory is
I listen to daybreak’s sweet delusions
Blurred in a rose-colored candor
And cultivated in a cooling soil

I open my eyes

It is not springtime
It never will be, again
I rise from my grave and I walk
Phantom petals falling in my wake

i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

What's it like,
being happy witout a care?
.
A puppy in the sun

Hello poetry
It's been long since my last golden autum leaves falling down on earth
I lost the feelings maybe
I laugh with the world too much
Because my days were dark with glimmer of lights

I come here again today and found my old self young age
Life was not nice
But now I can be proud
She is still here by faith
Dreams are her wings

She is a diamond now
Strong, rare and brilliantly sparkling
She is wiser
I am glad to be her

I’ve run out Out of words

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon