Look at how the Azaleas bloom,
Bursting with color, brimming with confidence,
I wish you could finally see you,
Perfect with all the scratches, perfect with all the dents
Listen to the cicadas' chorus,
Hear them sing, with pride, with longing,
Maybe you would finally hear us,
We'll leave our conversations hanging
Feel the dried autumn leaves,
Let them cruise against your palm,
Stay, there's no reason to leave,
Experience beauty under the light of the setting sun
When winter finally comes around,
You'll find you're not lonely anymore,
You'll discover your strength, your beauty,
and you have friends with open doors
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
