every gossamered corner of objects and memories, once owned. Shadows of yesterday you thought you overlooked. Veins touched by the soft glow of an evening longing for impossibilities. Wine half drunk brooding into the dissection of maybes’. Eyes that never met to spill volumes of if onlys’. Sighs dissipated as cold smoke into the wind and fire of tomorrow.
Today, I would like to share a few verses written by yours truly, inspired by my walk in the garden. I had planted and lost, and not cared and still won . That is what nature has taught me this year. To be patient. To be resilient. Hope you like what I have written.
I planted yesterday in my garden
Some hopes and
And today they are sweetly usurped by
Little pale pink dreams I do not know
The name of.
Dainty and wild
like some of us.
Virgin blush enchanting the naked eye.
But their love for their mother remains like none.