here's to your flower language,
blooming magic.
you spoke into existence
a session of radiance
and erasure of a monochrome season,
a darling serenade of stars
and gave life a reason.
but forgive me,
for the words of your flower language
do not rest on my tongue as
they lay on yours.
you spoke commas,
when I prepared a full stop.
I am sorry.
someone will learn
your flower language,
blooming magic.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
here's to your flower language,
blooming magic.
you spoke into existence
a session of radiance
and erasure of a monochrome season,
a darling serenade of stars
and gave life a reason.
but forgive me,
for the words of your flower language
do not rest on my tongue as
they lay on yours.
you spoke commas,
when I prepared a full stop.
I am sorry.
someone will learn
your flower language,
blooming magic.
after a long day
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