when the flowers started to bloom
they withered
all of them —
in my mind, at least
for the eye it is pleasing
i do not feel this ease
the wind does not calm me
it acts more like the turbulence
of my emotions
weighing me down
to earth.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
when the flowers started to bloom
they withered
all of them —
in my mind, at least
for the eye it is pleasing
i do not feel this ease
the wind does not calm me
it acts more like the turbulence
of my emotions
weighing me down
to earth.
