I am the wildflower
Rooting for you to
Soar high in the Alps, my dear
I'm happy to own the the sky from down here
A wildflower that
Didn't seek to be found
I belonged to the woods, like a nowhere breeze
Resilent everyday, until it started to freeze
I'm in your journal now
Next to the stories you write
With the words, that come and go in vain
Owning the silence, you couldn't explain.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 30th, 2024 00:27
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 11
Comments4
Beautiful write
Thanks alot๐
Thought provoking
Parts of provoked thoughts...
Good write R.
Thanks a lot ๐
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