I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
*****
Had bloomed.
Had pushed through the dirt without any sun
Had lasted the winter without any care.
The smallest yellow *****
Had bloomed
On its own
And it was ok.
And I was ok.
And we would both be ok.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
*****
Had bloomed.
Had pushed through the dirt without any sun
Had lasted the winter without any care.
The smallest yellow *****
Had bloomed
On its own
And it was ok.
And I was ok.
And we would both be ok.