The first flower to blossom
Dear Moavi,I am in love…A love I never was capable of and a love I’ll never harbor in my lifeDear …
Dear Moavi,I am in love…A love I never was capable of and a love I’ll never harbor in my lifeDear …
It echoes and it resonates…It whispers and it fluctuates To be nobody and to be everyone else On the walls …
What words do I have leftWhat metaphors are there to personify againShould I take refuge back in the rain, mountains, …
For certain trees, autumn arrives earlierSome bloom as the leaves shred to dust Some observe and some envySome pray for the …
Some people speak loud, some speak slowSome whisper, some sway and slither, some always tune to perfect pitchAnd some doesn’t …
Like a slow drizzle beneath and underneath the lush green manor The sound of joy in the cacophony of dewsWill you …