She loved him.
He loved her,
Or so she thought.
As she watched the blossoms fall from the tree,
Drifting with the wind,
I loved him, she thought.
But as the blossoms bloom,
The love grows.
As the blossoms fall,
Love drifts.
When the blossoms finally wither on the ground,
The love ends.
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Random Poems
PoetryRandom poems I thought of, they described how I was feeling at the moment. Some have taken a while to put together, phrases and thoughts put together. This is also to help me with getting comfortable to the idea of publishing my writing online. At l...
