Random thoughts

Dawn Flowers

The piece of paper is scribbled. Paper is meant to be written on.
The lad has had his heartbroken. But his heart, like all man’s heart is meant to love.

The flowers cannot go anywhere.
But when the breeze comes over,
they would dance.

On a rainy day
The cold pins me to my bed. I cannot move.

The little girl laughs because she finds the flitting butterfly funny.
The young boy beside her frowns because he never made the girl laugh as loud as the butterfly does.
He doesn’t realise the girl finds everything delightful when she’s around him.

Everybody wants reassurance.
Some people just got greedy.



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