Everywhere I see
Those pristine blooms
Opening up like thoughts of you
Somewhere on the branches of the mind
Cascading like snow flakes
Settling in the gut,
Stirring a whimper into a holler
Silenced into a hush:
Blossoms of plight
Oh yeah, blossoms!
Let them not be thorns
Atleast in this vision.
Let this gloom tinker them into flowers
Sprinkling pollen of tears
Like confetti
Feigning grief into something
I learn to live with..
Cause like buds in spring
They emerge out of nowhere
Or perhaps it goes nowhere..
I just learn to live with it
Tricking myself to see them as garlands
While they gnaw at my soul.
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