makes you wonder.



is life any different than a flower?

slowly blooming,
fading fast.

as we seek advantage from the most sincere things;
we can’t watch the roses bloom
if we don’t water the seeds.

I am patient, waiting here for Summer -
but Summer is not waiting for me.


2 comments

  1. lovely poem. btw will you follow me on twitter if I give you my username?

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