by SleeplessInSA_89East London, Eastern Cape, South Africa
Jun 2018 353 Views 0 comments
Wild Violets
Author: N.R Hart
Try as she might, she could not get him out of her head. He was still there, rummaging through her thoughts Rearranging her messy heart, His breath planting wild violets underneath her skin Laying claim to her soul She wonders if he has any idea of his effect on her And if so Why...how.... Is he not here?
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
I love the way the author uses the nature around and us to perfectly depict the emotions within us. Be it a flower or a season, we are nature and nature is us. We were born into it and we gave life to it. The storms that rage within us probably look a lot like the one's we seek shelter from. Nature is a mirror of the seasons within us.