Waiting For Spring
Sometimes, we all feel like a sentimental idiot. But we do feel...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hard sunlight upon crystal snow,A frozen realm where love won't grow.Daffodil shoot in stasis now,A sleeping bulb, e'er green its brow.In witching hour, this heart is caught,With no light now or lesson taught,And no fruit brought from springtime bloom,Existence only winter gloom.Here, potential's rife yet lost,Caught within hurt'...