Baby's Breath
Isabella Moya
The bundle of petals are clouds.
They’re your favorite so I’ll pick them From this garden, even though I’m not allowed. The air is full of pungent ethylene. The sun falls upon my skin. I’ll tie them together, close and clean. They’ll stay together like twins. The sky is translucent. I can’t help but question when looking up, For I don’t have any fear. I set down your clouds in a cup. The start of spring, My lungs are full of alluring scents. I have so much to say, all the letters I bring Are for you and me to vent. But it’ll stay silent on your end. That’s fine, I’ll talk to myself and clean your stone. Just to pretend, And watch the clouds decay. |
Baby's breath is the best flower. Sometimes simple is good. Sometimes simple is needed.
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