Entry number - 6 / Poems
Drunk garden
A rose petal fell loudly,
Inviting for a slow walk.
Through the musical sounds
Of the windy night storms.
To find beauty in life,
Surrounding in each and every
Step that we make, we take
A sip of the deep starry ocean.
Filling our lungs fully,
Swinging to whispers of trees,
Gazing into the sky of emotions
And falling asleep in our dreams.
We might never wake up,
But we do not feel fear,
Because even death can look pretty
When you choose to drift away.
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