These petals are falling
Yet I am flourishing in sunlight,
Paradoxically losing and gaining-
I feel alive.
Stop listening to negative thoughts.
These memories are forever
Forget flaws,
Stand together, with those you love
And who love you.
Now you cannot be shy.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
