A POEM A DAY 195
Loving Blind They say love is blind.I don’t think that’s true.I think love sees everything—the cracks,the excuses,the trembling hands,the promises stitched together with loose thread…and whispers,”Maybe this time.”Because loving blind isn’t about missing the warning signs.It’s about believingthey’re just temporary.It’s convincing yourselfthat red flags are only sunsetsif you squint hard enough.It’s saying,”I know who they…
A POEM A DAY 261
The Smell of Orange Orange smells like citrusbursting from a freshly peeled orange,tiny drops of juice sparkling in the airbefore the first sweet bite.It smells like pumpkinsresting in autumn fields,their earthy scent mixingwith cool October breezesand crunchy leaves beneath your feet.Orange is the smellof cinnamon and clovesswirling through warm pumpkin pie,of toasted marshmallowsand glowing campfireson…
A POEM A DAY 260
The Smell of Red Red smells like strawberrieswarming beneath the summer sun,their sweet fragrance floating through the gardenwhile bees hum from flower to flower.It smells like crisp applesfresh from the orchard,their cool, juicy scentbursting with every bite.Red is the smell of roses,soft petals opening at dawn,their perfume drifting on the breezelike a quiet song.It smells…
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