moving on (Remove filter)
april showers bring may flowers
I tried to wait,
But new flowers grow where the old ones die,
I didn’t want to move on,
But the sun involuntarily started to shine,
I lost myself searching for you,
But the fire eventually went out,
The dark smoke turned into wind,
I no longer needed to dwell on my feelings within,
New flowers grow where the old ones die,
Even if the soil needs to cry
Something beautiful can still arise
Tuesday 2nd April 2024 5:02 pm
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