The Meantime

March 19, 2018
By Anonymous

Breezes, flowers, grass
Afterall
I love flowers 
And their petals  
I love what comes
From the things i love

Before tea
I love the leaves
The purple on the lilac
I love the way it smells
Every word on a page
Ever page in a book

Afterall
The people you know
Who’ve made you who i know
And the people i know
Who've made me who you know

Afterall
A flower is not a flower
Without its petals 
An ocean is not an ocean
Without all of its salt
You are not you
Without all of your faults
So sit on a
rock
And admire our
sky

Afterall

One day we will die


The author's comments:

some words have a color. you know? i tried to use words from a limited pallet.


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