23/02/2022
THE BIOLOGY GARDEN IN THE RAIN
Fresh and pure - the water from the sky
Raining down on my shoulder
A sudden winter breeze twists and twines
And the air seems a bit colder
Clouds covering the sky like sheets
Sun lights, nowhere to be found
I shyly stumble on my feet
In the many virescent sounds
A white butterfly comes over
Realize no one is here
I know that I am sober
But I am on the rear
Of reality
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I was revisiting my old diaries where I stored poems, lyrics, and personal accounts. Suddenly, I stumbled upon this simple poem I wrote in 7th grade. Quoted, ''It gave me a sense of freedom. I feel a happy sadness... I wanted to just stand there, for all the world as if this was a paradise of my own''.
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Pic: 21' Postkasse
