You’ve looked into my eyes for a brief,I’ve looked into yours for a decade.We’ve gotten cursed together,but we never shared the burden. You share the burden now,I still bear it alone after that long time.They carry your stone so you walk free,I pull it behind me, reluctant to untie it. I’ve grown to like the stone,its chain burrying into my flesh keeping me sane.A thought that you have the same stone,gives me hope you will catch my sight again.
On a cold September Sunday I sat in a park on a wooden bench reading my book. As I was cold, I positioned in a way so the sun would hit most of my body to warm me up. I felt tranquil. I was deeply immersed in my book, so many memories flowed through me, old childhood memories of reading Harry Potter when there were no worries. It nicely interacted with the beautiful day, however cold. Late sun reflecting from dark green leaves of old oaks, made reading the book enjoyable. In all those good feeling a nagging though was...
Hazel hairWeedgrown garden undisturbed,Hazel hair once plants beautiful red rose.Every day she nourishes it,leaves and petals still more colorful. I watch her for a year,only for her to one day never return.Rose weakens, diminishes, stiffens,I cannot keep it to its former splendor. I have taken care of the flower for ten years,healing each ailment hurting it.I look overt to neighbor’s garden,hazel hair waters there a red rose. Golden hairGolden hair enters my garden,we plant a white rose.The petals are spotless,stems thick and thornless. The rose slowly withers and dies,no one has been taking care of it.We plant new rose each...
