At the end of winter your heart can feel empty.
It’s like all plants in your garden started hiding underneath the ground.
All that is left is this plain base,
No growth, no progress, nothing to get excited about.
But when the first rays of sunshine touch my skin,
All the plants start to peek underneath the sand.
Creating a world full of energy,
A world full of wonders.
Butterflies are flying through my garden,
Creating a feeling I can’t describe.
It’s like my heart is blooming.
The Blooming Balcony 
Wonderful word imagery!
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Thank you so much!
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I love the imagery in this poem, Anoek. It’s beautiful! ❤❤❤❤ p.s. just followed you on Instagram. You do have a wonderful, colourful feed, girl.
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I had so much fun writing this poem, so I am happy to hear that you enjoyed reading it! Thank you for following my journey, that means a lot to me! ✨
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And I am glad to be with you along your journey, Anoek. You’re welcome loads. ❤💕💓💜💛💚💙💖💗💘💝💞💟
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I loved your poem! and oh my god these photos are gorgeous! xx
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Thank you so much! You are so sweet!❤️
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