Mind is flowing,growing
Thoughts turning, always burning
I ache inside, where i choose to hide
Deep within my shell,crack it open, to get where i dwell
Seeking solace, in my self created space
Only when i close my eyes, i see his face
I glance around, to see a single flower growing in the ground
I pick it to sample its smell, memories flooding back, with their own stories to tell
Whimsical dreams, lovers interning by a gentle stream
Moss covered rocks, and the primrose blooms near by yonder dock
Sounds of birds whisking by in the trees, as the smell of spring floats upon the breeze
Where shall i go but under this tree, standing proud
As i sit here, hidden by this natural shroud, dreaming away my morning into mid day, wondering if love will ever come my way
Poetry
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“Whimsical dreams, lovers interning by a gentle stream”
Great line.