10/23/2022
Lollipop445
15 Reviews
Lollipop445
2
Among meadows, roses and woods, that’s where I live.
I don’t have much of anything,
it’s the complexity of minimalism,
where the beauty of my life lies.
The world around me,
I muted it’s noise,
only natures sounds,
are reaching me.
Surrounded by wide meadows,
I can see for miles,
and miles,
and miles.
I build a home with my hands,
I know every inch of it,
I used precious woods,
which I collected during the
adventures of my former self.
Cambodia, India, Malaysia,
memories that will never vanish,
within the walls of my home.
In my garden,
I grow my roses,
and now and then,
I think they look at me.
They gift me a heavenly smell,
sweet,
syrupy,
the romance of my life.
Townspeople,
they wouldn’t understand,
the beauty of living,
is a decision.
it’s the complexity of minimalism,
where the beauty of my life lies.
The world around me,
I muted it’s noise,
only natures sounds,
are reaching me.
Surrounded by wide meadows,
I can see for miles,
and miles,
and miles.
I build a home with my hands,
I know every inch of it,
I used precious woods,
which I collected during the
adventures of my former self.
Cambodia, India, Malaysia,
memories that will never vanish,
within the walls of my home.
In my garden,
I grow my roses,
and now and then,
I think they look at me.
They gift me a heavenly smell,
sweet,
syrupy,
the romance of my life.
Townspeople,
they wouldn’t understand,
the beauty of living,
is a decision.
