I spring through the awakening ceremony of the blooming flowers while its old skin wrinkles down its grave. Rather famously the petals sang through the whistling wind acknowledging my presence and my wrath yet fear was swarming its nectar such sweet stock for the humming creatures so slowly they wither again until the dawn of tomorrow, nothing astonishing just like any other day, today is another day.
Busking music and the hustling passengers pushing and shoving each other into the empty space inside the suffocating train, rushing hour slows until the next stop when all lose balance, only to fall. Next came the frozen forecast and unwelcoming rain just drenching the cement underneath my feet and my new pair of jeans as I pass through the clicking streets. Another cup of empty pennies and empty emotions, another barking dog, their only best friend, their only comfort outside every shop, their only roof, their only home, another ignored while full pockets click to the shops. Today is just like any other day
Just another day.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poetry#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
