FlowersA Poem by blackbeliefI look out towards the far east The sun is warm but bleak The wind it sends is still warm but I know that winter is near I came a long way from home I do not know how many summers it has been but I know this winter will not feel cold Let me safely pack what I have earned into this old bag I brought all those years ago I pray for the one who has to go away first to go back home It is dark as I walk The moon is generous and shares her light I dream of the flowers in the garden The skin on my hands is worn and dead but I know I will feel them I look out towards the far east The sun is warm but bleak I pray as I walk I wish the flowers still remain. © 2020 blackbeliefAuthor's Note
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