she's slowly falling back into her old self, she's learning to love again, she's being kinder to her heart, she's giving herself a second chance at life, she's opening again, blooming like a flower, she doesn't want to hide anymore, for she's ready to take on the world.
one of the rarest flowers in the world is the kadupul it only blooms for a few hours at night and is the most expensive of all when i read this i thought of your smile and how hearing it when you speak on the phone is simply priceless
the kadupul, aka queen of the night is rare indeed.
Grow sunflower, grow! Grow outside my window and stretch your leaves like wings! So I can see them when I sleep! Break this weak glass and the cheap screen holding the house together walk through the threshold into my room and rest your petals on my windowsill wait with me as the cold passes although sometimes we feel like it never will.
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles Death will bring jonquils Eagerly I looked for the nasturtium I discovered the lupines
I have dreamed of the lilies I was a trout lily and you a sunflower What could there be more purely dour? And the cottonwoods never blossoming To warn me about the stinkweed Ah, distinctly I was blooming My mind always strays to awns
That moment my soul grew stronger It threw its ghost against the cotyledons Take the leafminer from out my heart I am shorn of my thorn My rose, I could not awaken And so you came gently watering
I have dreamed of the mallows The rachis brought such sorrow You warned me about the lilies 'It's that stargazer,' I muttered
The days pass like unpicked flowers, as i **** with my phone, my ego, my fear of not being able to love the way i should.
Sometimes i will take a picture of a flower, when i should smell it, kiss it, tear it apart, do something to slow down the world, and feel, the raw untouched moment as it flies, to find a way out of this maze where everyday chances to love are lost in looking for it.