March 4th
Two months have
Been and gone,
And I didn't even
Think about it.
It's hard for me to
Say this aloud,
But I really think that
I might be moving on.
g.c.g
YOU ARE READING
The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
