Standing under the canopy
you tell me one can spend a lifetime
seeking out the perfect bloom.
In your last breath of life
you tell me they are all perfect.
Why couldn’t you realize this
before I lost you?
May 2019
Standing under the canopy
you tell me one can spend a lifetime
seeking out the perfect bloom.
In your last breath of life
you tell me they are all perfect.
Why couldn’t you realize this
before I lost you?
May 2019
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