Three flowers on the clip
Pink, blue, and yellow
I think I broke the tip
It's been lying for years all mellow
Nostalgia tinges the petals golden
Heavy with dust and memories
A tiny garden trying to hold them in
I wish they'd flow free
Their scent is long gone
But my gaze is still ever-so fond
Their softening petals hold you
You, my childish love, my old and new
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
