When the world had stopped I managed to get food through my roots And start growing My bud is golden yellow Thick and soft petals Are blooming through winter As so many die My serendipity My growth among the lost Clashes against the grey
Tag Archives: Feel-good-writing
Soggy Cereal and Pumpkin Spice
I like to laugh at myself often (in a loving and playful, but honest, way. And thus I offer you the first in a series of “Quirk.” pieces:
