“The flowers that smell the sweetest are shy and
lonely”-William Wordsworth
it was
a rainy
morning
the trees
were reaching
and yawning
the smell of lilies
was strong
and warmed
the cold
you came back
with a smile
in your bubbling eyes
you handed me a bag
inside it was full
of my favorite coffee
Mexican mocha’s in cans
the kind
of flowers
you know I would remember
and this gesture lit my heart
warmed the forgotten
corners
that are meant to be
hugged
sometimes
when
it all
too much
but the fog
will clear up
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~ |
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