i stood by their mimosa trees today
they weren't home
the yard was empty
they fell
and
the leaves closed
as the sun sunk down
leaving me a shadow
in the open field
so
i tucked a stray one behind my ear
and rode away
in the darkness
5.24.19
i went back to the mimosa trees today
i couldn't make it there on my bike
so i went in my car instead
it seemed as if
that since i've gone
all the trees have died
so
i found a new flower
purple roses
and not only did i tuck one behind my ear
but i let them litter the dashboard
as i drove away
into the sunrise
5.14.20
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride