She grew in my hands

until I could no longer

hold her weight

and her flower

eclipsed my face

I cried as I buried her 

and the earth swallowed

my tears with thirsty gulps

she drank from me until

I was dry and I was dry for weeks

Proudly, she stood under my window 

sill, with bright petals and a strong stem

she waited for me to come again

But I did not want to cry anymore 


◄ Ocean and the key


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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Thu 20th Dec 2018 00:10

Thanks to you both

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 19th Dec 2018 04:50


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