Secrets

Killing hours

and flowers

before I see you

here’s a bouquet,

and how was your day?

Please sit here

with me awhile

let’s watch butterflies,

and stare at the clouds

and smile

and have you heard

why the willow weeps?

What secrets does she keep?

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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