I want to blown away.
Into the sweet aroma.
Of comfort in spring.
I wish I were the flower petals.
On the cherry blossom trees.
Hiding the ugly within the beauty of the flowers.
I wander around on my bike.
Living in my dreams for a while.
Pretending I am the spring.
I wonder, how would it feel to be those flowers?
Blossoming till the end of spring.
Falling to the ground and waiting for next year.
I whisper secrets to the birds and bees.
Buzzing and flying near the flowers.
Envy that I don't have that luxury.
I witness the dancing petals on the street.
Everytime a car speeds by.
And the petals twirl in a tornado in unison.
I wonderfulness melting my heart.
My heart blossoming like the flowers.
I can just imagine being blown away.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
