Flower Heart

Life. Or Something Like it.

A sweet-scented poem

It can be wild, but sometimes quite tame. It can be magical, a fanciful game.

It can be strong and defeat the weak. It can be loud, but portrayed as mere meek.

It can be sweet while still tasting sour. It can feel tiny and crumble like a tower.

It can go slow, your feet running so fast. We pla...

Flower Heart

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Sweet-scented poem

You brush past me, and our bodies touch. We say hi; it doesn’t feel like much.

You sit so close to me, yet we don’t talk. Now time has changed, and you are to walk.

When we are together, away from it all. Time seems to stop. I tremble and fall.

I fall for you, with your kind heart beat. I fall...