Flowers

Flowers

A Poem by blackbelief

I 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 blackbelief


Author's Note

blackbelief
I went away from my hometown, 2 years ago for higher studies. I rarely got a chance to visit home in this period. There was a small cupboard of my old toys that I hadn't touched in almost 13-14 years, in our storeroom. When I was finally returning home for good, I thought maybe I'll check up on those and relive some memories. When I got home, I got to know dad had thrown them away a couple of years ago. This poem is dedicated to them and my memories that went with them.

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Added on June 19, 2020
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