i bottled the flowers
in hope a garden
like you would bloom.
alas, i forgot
that all beautiful things
need nourishment too.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.
wilted in a cage
i bottled the flowers
in hope a garden
like you would bloom.
alas, i forgot
that all beautiful things
need nourishment too.
