Sunrise, a rich and tender glow,
pierces the blank blue skies.
a cloud will pass, and then move on,
to follow a turning tide.
...
Wounds will start to heal in time
but scars will never fade.
From what I’ve felt of glory days
I know that scars can stain.
...
Today I thought I saw
a snowy gale in summer
But it turned out to be the blossom.
From the tree in my garden.
...
For a moment,
I thought it was you.
But i soon remembered you were cold
and this wasn't you at all.
...
In Bloom
Sunrise, a rich and tender glow,
pierces the blank blue skies.
a cloud will pass, and then move on,
to follow a turning tide.
A bitterness absorbs the beauty
and my face has started to fall,
for the rain is set and the clouds will drain
and then we'll see no beauty at all?
a flower grows and suddenly dies
much like people in a sense.
for people die unexpectedly,
and people are born again.
and look around, they're everywhere!
new flowers grow everyday
in parks,
and in hearts,
as a romance blossoms
and a new life,
whether it be a flower or a person,
they are both each other,
both will grow again.