Where are you?
Are you here, hidden away behind
the blossoms? Are the petals kissing
you now? Are the vines sheltering
you from the world and every cruelty
in it? Are the branches giving way to
your loveliness, burdened by a light
heart, a heavy soul? Are the sun’s rays
adorning you, never giving your eyelids
blessed shadows? Will I find you,
amongst the willows?
No, I do not.
I see you sitting right here
next to me,
your cheek on my shoulder.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Where are you?
Are you here, hidden away behind
the blossoms? Are the petals kissing
you now? Are the vines sheltering
you from the world and every cruelty
in it? Are the branches giving way to
your loveliness, burdened by a light
heart, a heavy soul? Are the sun’s rays
adorning you, never giving your eyelids
blessed shadows? Will I find you,
amongst the willows?
No, I do not.
I see you sitting right here
next to me,
your cheek on my shoulder.
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