to the flower, myosotis.
flowers reside in me.
flourishing in
every
area
of
pain.
blue flowers
enclose my heart.
and send chills to my veins.
"to the flower myosotis,
I believe you grew
into my dead heart."
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Garden of Lovers
PoetryA poetic series. "my tears watered you into flowers and kept you in my Garden of Lovers."
