Dear god,
I planted no tulips in autumn and no tulips came in spring
How silly of me, than to mourn the empty garden, to long for fields of Amsterdam, to kneel at night in cold dirt
I've learnt there is a certain ache in lacking a thing never had
So god, if you can hear me now know that I am homesick for Amsterdam whose name, like yours, I know but, whose flowers I cannot see
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
