"sedds" poems
My childhood was a sunflower
it has moved following the sun,
the light, the brightness, it has moved.
Then it came the night, I died
everytime the moon owns the sky.
Then again I was reborn, alive,
with seeds, with petals, with leaves
with sedds, with hope, with hapiness.
Wish I had grab my roots better at the ferm ground
now that my last sight it's only dust.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC