My cat has thoughts As if she were human She leaves her gaze lost In a crazy dream In her eyes, you can see That she's not there
By Iulian Stredieabout a year ago in Poets
The cold wind of winter fades away, In its place comes the warm spring sun, The trees bloom and the grass awakens to life,
I've heard of hope, a beacon bright, Yet I remain in the darkness of night. I resist the notion of a better tomorrow, Afraid to let go of all my sorrow.
A digital mask is what we wear, To show the world we do not care, But deep down inside we know, Without it, our vulnerabilities show.
Flowing silks and bright hues, Twirling skirts and embroidered shoes, Hanbok dance with rainbow grace, Korean culture, a vibrant embrace.
A quiet morning, calm and serene, I sip my coffee, black and strong, ASMR whispers in my ears, A peaceful start to my daylong.
In the still of winter's end, The plum trees start to bud and bend, With promise of a bloom so rare, A sight that's sure to make hearts fare.
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