Was feeling the blues of Monday
From seeing the violets
That reminded me of my love
Who used to give me violets on Monday.
But the yellow sun 🌞
Proof of constant Change
Gave me hope for a better tomorrow
Where I'm not consumed by red
The Color of passion.
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Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
