Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2019
The lavenders keep questioning me
while I sit on a rock starring them
"Are you here for the fragrance ?"
"or for the color of the petals?"
Rain tasted sweet, I captured them in my wrist.
The lavenders again questioned me
"Did you know it will rain?"
"or relishing the moment of surprise? "
The lavenders started falling down
and floated into unknown
I sat on the rock in despair
searching the answers for next time.
thewi3rdthoughts
Written by
thewi3rdthoughts
55
     Mark S and Bogdan Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems