I shall no longer shake the flower
To release the pollens that honeyed my poems.
No more shall I tear it's petals to find the meaning of beauty.
No more obscene destructions.
No more deep-lookings nor breaking-it-downs.
No more surgical analysis nor slow unravelings.
No more interpretations.
Just Observation.
I see the flower;
The heart weights a bit lighter;
Done.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
I shall no longer shake the flower
To release the pollens that honeyed my poems.
No more shall I tear it's petals to find the meaning of beauty.
No more obscene destructions.
No more deep-lookings nor breaking-it-downs.
No more surgical analysis nor slow unravelings.
No more interpretations.
Just Observation.
I see the flower;
The heart weights a bit lighter;
Done.
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