#poemish

Where art thou?

She saw him across the room waiting for her.. The ❤️ beat was raising and she felt weak as he came towards her. He pressed her against the wall, kissed her neck and ears... And then! The kiss! Soft and

She got broken heart and a lost soul Dreaming about what's with tomorrow She's lost in all these sorrow But she keeps it inside, you'll see in her furrow Wrist been cut Tears are out Breaking down in a

Mother nature she created me, now it's up to You to care for me! All flowers are unique and beautiful in its own way! Accept me as I am and I will bloom in all my glory! Alone we are strong, but Together

Reality When the bottom drops, you find yourself alone. Falling, you reach out as best you can, for anything to hold on to. A branch, a twig, a small slice of grass to hold you to reality. The reality

I took this photo in May this year. When I looked at it I was struck by the frailty and beauty of this beautiful flower. Beauty is always fleeting and delicate, I thought. Probably I am wrong. Then I thought