It is just an usual morning, no fun, no joy, only worries. A perfect way to embrace the warmth of failure .Seeing others,and comparing myself and recalling those past spring days.
Spring days never came like springing. I made a wall to avoid spring but spring did find me but not the way I wanted yet . I still dream of those spring days when I weaved these days of spring but none did come true as I sighed opening my arms looking up the sky.
It was not a hard dream though as I saw people achieving too but may be it's still not the time for some angel to cross the line- the line of my wall is drawn too high but it's still a mystery why as I never wanted to cross that wall!
The angel inside wants to feel , the joys and love of a spring field. This angel just lings for a warming hug and a smile that can break up that wall!
Never dreamt of this human though whi can disguise as my angel so,
I spent my spring days low , wishing for that human to bow as I cross my arms around and....
And then what!!![giggles......]
That angel shows me the world!!
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A torn page from a 90's diary
NezařaditelnéDo you have a diary too ? where you write your daily chores...,does your every page look somewhat the same? Or does it change every season?
