Poems from sunshineturtle
When I look at the moon,
I think of you.
Because,
I know that
When you leave,
You will always come back.
The green grass hides the
Living creatures in springs’ meadows,
Dancing, frolicking, swaying
In the wind that makes the flowers
Shiver
...
My mind is a sprouting seed;
Knowledge a necessity,
Growth a challenge.
Too much impatience causes me to wilt;
Too much change causes me...