Poetry

The Blooming Flowers of 33

I walked too fast, Looked far ahead, Saw the horizon go golden, Rushed my feet, quickened my pace, Ran towards the dusk....but I missed you, didn't I?I missed how beautiful you look in the evening sun, I missed watching your gentle saw to the wind, I missed how breathtaking you look at dawn,That fresh scent… Continue reading The Blooming Flowers of 33