I know how the flowers felt
When you uprooted them
I know how the flowers felt
When you plucked off petal by petal
Wasting its beauty on a question
When you knew the answer
I know how the flowers felt
When you picked them for your lover
How they thirsted
I know how the flowers felt
You walked all over them
Acting like a god
But you are no god
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AFTER HOURS
PuisiI have come to realize that the after hours are when I am truly and fully open with myself. In, the night I am left alone with thoughts that are both cheerful and dark. After Hours is a collection of thoughts and poems inspired by the night and the...
