Those golden wild chrysanthemums have been sprinkled into your heart
As if they will never fade, they have started the journey of life
The hind legs of the bees collecting honey tremble with the fluff and the atrium
So, the sweetness of the morning glory is carried by the big bread
Encompassing the morning, unfolding in peace and sweetness
Take a nap on the milky white iron frame, the vines always crawl lazily
The flowers seen last spring are no longer the same
Although they have the same olive green and cheeks, they also make the same mistakes
The wind blowing from the same sand, the envy from the barrenness is the sound of the wind
Enjoy today's sunshine, because tomorrow, there will be no same sun
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Brian Wong
Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.
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Comments (2)
You painted it with such nice words. Well done!
This was so beautifully crafted! Wonderful poem!