3 Poems

He knocked at my door because he was lonely

I knocked on its door because I loved him

-Anonymous

Wildflowers filled the fields with gentleness

And crept through streets with elegance

Which kept the smells delightful

In any angle of any eye they can see the beauty

But then insects ate them and people picked them

Even Beautiful Flowers Die

- Anonymous

I talk to the sun and moon about you

But the sun only listens to my stories while

The moon watches them all

-Anonymous