• hosadu 8w

    In my garden of poetry
    Evoked love and beauty
    You bloomed silently
    Without even a hint
    Before I planted seeds of memories
    And nurture of reality
    Is this your way of grudge
    Or you are a self made soul
    Who stomps the weeds around
    Should I fence
    Or trust your rudeness
    Yet, your honesty drifted
    Beyond the borders of the land