Mar 2022
A sweet story being told
Melting, it fills the mold
Every word is a piece of us
Every new world on the canvas
Couldn't you see
Every part of you and me
Has shaped the flowers
Until they became ours
Melting, it fills the mold
Every word is a piece of us
Every new world on the canvas
Couldn't you see
Every part of you and me
Has shaped the flowers
Until they became ours
Even this poem is a reflection, uniquely, because your mind has made it a part of you and has written its own story.
