Ode to Myself / 6.3.10



I picked these flowers for you

Growing right over there

Breathe with me

While I run my fingers through

The air

No more waiting

I’ve fallen in love with you at last

Time passed

Enough time

You’ve never looked more youthful

Even our wrinkles will grow

And still be beautiful

It is ours

To grow

And it bloomed

And bloomed

And bloomed.

Right in your backyard

2 Comments Add yours

  1. ali says:

    wow very nice :))

    nomi (letsgraph)

  2. Beautiful poem. Such serenity and realization of the gifts of love and life.

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