Beauty is a season of spring
where vibrant flowers bloom.
The fragrance of these flowers
the joy that blows away the gloom.
Physical beauty eventually withers
for all, span may be a little imprecise.
Happiness and creativity do prolong
making it spring of a tropical paradise.
The bolts of joy touch our hearts
but their memories last a lifetime.
We must create happy experiences
to make the story of our life shine.
Reiterations may appear a sure way,
with time they become less joyous,
to choose new areas of our experience,
we must care to exercise our choice.
When well-intentioned souls interact
and for togetherness, they pray,
our inner selves feel peace and love,
and happiness that comes along the way.
- Author: Max (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2022 01:08
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
Comments1
Once again you outshine, my friend. I smiled all the way the way through this beautiful poem.
Thank you 🙂
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