It Is Strange Poem by Ssa Marie

It Is Strange



I wake, I mourn and yet I smile
Is this how heart feels?
Or just that my mind full of clouds

Flowers has its own beauty
The thought of mind
And a heart that has its own thing
So, strange why does I feel like
sure but unsure

Friday, November 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,flowers
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