by tinethewordsmith


I’ve been searching for the flowers,
but they’re nowhere to be seen.

And like a teasing empty hand,
the sterile plant-box kills me.

Turns out, they’re under my lids,
where they grow in beauty all along!

So I will stay here, behind the curtain,
to leave the barren soul and soil.

2 Comments to “Flowers”

  1. Such a nicely written piece!

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