July 2017
Simple seeds spread joy,
Flowers bloom as Spring-
Warms the chilled ground.
Rain falling from the damp clouds,
like tears falling from my eyes,
Steady yet soothing.
The Sun beating on my skin
feels like home, when I was
young- when life was sweet
like honey in my bedtime tea.
I miss those dark eyes- saying
I love you and good night.
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