me
staring
silently
at sun flowers
floating in their pot
enjoying golden warmth
while birds chirp a symphony
the heavy heart looking at them
wondering where time went yesterday
my eyes know that i too will wither soon
flores
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
words less spoken 
This is beautiful 🙂
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Thank you friend xoxo happy 2020!
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Happy New Year 🥳☃️💕
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Excellent final line!
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Thank you friend xoxo
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Not all that withers fades. Happy New year!
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Most joyous wishes and blessings in 2020 for you friend xoxo!
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I just now reading your post ‘climate change’, I’ve a lot of catching up to do. Here Here, for righteous indignation in the face of hypocrisy and corruption.
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Thank you friend xoxo
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Beautiful!!!
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Thank you and all the best in 2020 xo
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Same to you!
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Wonderful imagery!
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Thank you so much friend good tidings and all the best in the new year thank you for reading XOXO
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