Today I received a bucket of flowers
They were alive for a few more days
Then died and I had already empty pots
Of wishes and expectations with no plan
To water and protect them from wither
I tried to sew some fresh plants
Of the beliefs and reconstructions
Then I met a deadly plan
Within contradictions and instructions
I play dead until they're gone
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The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoetryThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
