odds and ends, I collect
from strangers to friends,
lovers to reflect
that everything ends
I gather a mosaic fragment
it belongs to you
aware of segment
yet it turns me blue
we lit together
a candle, no doubt
of always and forever
but eventually it burns out
there's left the pieces
of mosaic, I add to mine
eternity ceases
the sun exists to outshine
I will let you go
now, art you coved
maybe I'll outgrow
the mosaic of all the people I loved
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
