BLOOM

you’re slowly leaving my mind

in the same way that birds leave

before a storm

heading & flying to a better~

warmer place.

Then I wonder if the birds will come back to my garden.

I guess they also fear that they’re fresh meat,

You know I don’t mind the rain, it’ll help my plants grow in splendor

#BLOOM

#RewriteMe!

Here is the link to the splendid Original work by Undermeyou:

https://theprose.com/post/270791/flourish