I used to watch the wilted petals of my self-bought 'feel better' flowers, drop to the floor
I never bothered to pick them up
They disappeared into the landfill of clothes anyway
Today I bought flowers.
Unconsciously smiling, I picked up the petals from the ground.
They're yellow.
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the fall of rain (Poetry)
PoetryThis book of poetry shares stories on love, healing, heartbreak, trauma and the mundane things in life that we think are with little meaning but actually, when looked at more closely, they aren't. Poetry always has a place in my heart. Reading poems...
