Leave the flowers in the vase
And do not follow your childish dreams
For the past has become in my psychological states
Softer, so add some humanity to it
And say: Peace be upon a soul that has become poetic
Peace be upon you, so follow your eastern words
If the birds blow with your seasonal winds
Do they increase the tragedies of the Holy Spirit?
Leave the sadness in the hearts of the forgotten visitors
And come to play with my fate on musical strings
If we leave the flowers in the vase
Do they grow and become like wild trees?
If we let them grow naturally, will they be watered with water and joy?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.
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