The sun covers me in a warm blanket.
It feels my sorrow and tells me it's okay.
I never felt such support before.
It won't rain today.
I know it won't,
Because here life is better now.
The gentle breeze blows my hair,
And sways my body gently.
Like a windchime hung on a tree,
I sing out a chaotic song.
It won't rain today.
I know it won't.
My heavens filled with fire,
And eternal warmth.
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The Wild Flowers
PoetryLife is so unpredictable. You never know what the real meaning of something is. So I hope you have fun trying to find the real meaning of all of these. After all, who doesn't love deciphering late night poetry.
