& there is no♥++
meaning of a
f l o w e r
,
(( unless
it blooms ))
I love books. I like that the moment you open one and
sink into it you can escape from the world, into a
story that's way more interesting that yours will
ever be.
A single tear from the elms of emptiness
falls to stain the cracked earth and the soil
breathes one final, desperate,
breathe of life.
Tiny budding flowers and colours
of joy and hope explode from the water-bead.
Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust.
These woods have no memory of the touch of sun,
or the smell of dew, and all I can hear
through the deafening
silence are the moaning trees.
It was Morrow who cursed this place.
Now, cheerless and stagnant,
it screams in the night so we hearken
the cries from the heart of the wood.
I linger on in doubt, darkness
comes early down here.
Wishing upon ages, these flowers
will someday bloom.
I'd wait here forever just
to see these flowers bloom.
They never bloom.
falls to stain the cracked earth and the soil
breathes one final, desperate,
breathe of life.
Tiny budding flowers and colours
of joy and hope explode from the water-bead.
Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust.
These woods have no memory of the touch of sun,
or the smell of dew, and all I can hear
through the deafening
silence are the moaning trees.
It was Morrow who cursed this place.
Now, cheerless and stagnant,
it screams in the night so we hearken
the cries from the heart of the wood.
I linger on in doubt, darkness
comes early down here.
Wishing upon ages, these flowers
will someday bloom.
I'd wait here forever just
to see these flowers bloom.
They never bloom.
Format by Breeze
You must bloom
where you are
planted.
where you are
planted.
A flower
can't
choose
the
place
where
it blooms, and
a child
can't
choose
the
parents
she's
born
to.
