for you to be
the blooming pink lotus,
i’ll be the marshy terrain unseen.
for you to be
the shimmering sagittarian star,
i’ll be the december night sky.
for you to be
the orange tip butterfly,
i’ll be the feather for your landing.
but when i burn
in that funeral pyre of time,
will you even bother to shed a tear?
© 2021
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC
for you to be
the blooming pink lotus,
i’ll be the marshy terrain unseen.
for you to be
the shimmering sagittarian star,
i’ll be the december night sky.
for you to be
the orange tip butterfly,
i’ll be the feather for your landing.
but when i burn
in that funeral pyre of time,
will you even bother to shed a tear?
© 2021