The heat is coming
And the flowers are blooming
But is it pretty?
The snow is melting
Like the ice around my heart
But I am still cold.
Backyard butterflies
My cat leaps like a rabbit
Maybe he is one.
Dandelions grow
And the trees come back to life
Mine remains unchanged.
Picture yourself here
With flowers, rivers, a breeze -
Are you there alone?
Little baby duck
Is still learning how to swim
So am I, my friend
Eyes are swollen, red
Is it from allergies, or -
Am I just crying?
Look at the sky now,
Blue, with white clouds floating by;
It's the simple things
About the Creator
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