For little Tulip,
who blooms so beautifully, even in the pouring rain.
~~
❝ I can't f i g u r e you o u t . . . ❞
his words just slipped out
of his mouth
like a gentle melody
that the wind
caressed over
her delicate skin.
She just smiled at the ground,
as if it carefully w h i s p e r e d
a s e c r e t
to her.
A clouded
agreement
with the damp
earth beneath
her delicate feet.
❝ You always had that a b o u t y o u ,
{ i n you . . . }
that certain
look of d i s c r e p a n c y
in your eyes
which makes you see
{ f e e l }
distant things and thoughts
{ so close yet so far }
;
deliberations and ideas
that require w a n d e r l u s t
{ off to the very edge
of this world }
just to
c o m p r e h e n d
i n e v e r y a s p e c t. ❞
Her vision
c r a w l e d
upwards to
his direction,
e y e l a s h e s
shimmying
YOU ARE READING
Lucky
Poetry❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014
