Blossom
O, to do what you certainly love
in some days it may
not be enough
You climb to the mountaintop,
you breathe through the bloom
of red Rose's you see at the garden
to cross the bridge like there is
water in Niagara Falls
that you can look through
not only do see your
face, but the minute
you step forward
you could only imagine
the days coming towards you.
This poem is about:
Our world