to the flower, myosotis.
in this linear yet endless cycle, life.
our paths intersected.and perhaps
I may have stayed there for too long.
the butterflies in my stomach
devoured my soul.
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Garden of Lovers
PoetryA poetic series. "my tears watered you into flowers and kept you in my Garden of Lovers."
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to the flower, myosotis.
in this linear yet endless cycle, life.
our paths intersected.and perhaps
I may have stayed there for too long.
the butterflies in my stomach
devoured my soul.