• shades_and_reflections 6w

    When I was tired of living,
    my dream beckoned me
    from afar,
    hinting why I wanted to
    live each day,
    how I sprouted from
    a trivial seedling.
    he was like a soft gentle breeze;
    my dream.
    Patting on my shoulder,
    he showed,
    one day,
    I could become
    a sunflower;
    vivid and gleamy,
    spread my energy
    to surroundings
    like sun radiating the cloud//

    if i die now,
    just maybe,
    my dream
    will be the only person
    weeping on my mourning.
    for then I would realize
    I didn't know
    I had someone to lean on.

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