My poems aren't quite
What they used to be
I wrote them with
My sadness
But lately it seems
That all my misery
Has left me.
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...
Left Me
My poems aren't quite
What they used to be
I wrote them with
My sadness
But lately it seems
That all my misery
Has left me.
g.c.g
