Jan 2019
He buried everything he felt.
sprout out of the dirt
Upon setting his eyes on her
Now it blooms into something new,
growing stronger and taller
green leaves and colorful flowers
reaching the sky,
being taken by the wind
everywhere he goes
he finds a piece of what he buried
sprout out of the dirt
Upon setting his eyes on her
Now it blooms into something new,
growing stronger and taller
green leaves and colorful flowers
reaching the sky,
being taken by the wind
everywhere he goes
he finds a piece of what he buried
This is a translation of a poem I wrote in Spanish awhile ago, tittled ‘Desamor’ I like this one better. When I try to forget about something everything reminds me of it, that’s how it works with me.
