is there a place
more hopeful than spring?
the newly formed petals
seem to whisper words
i’ve never heard before.
my heart is opened.
i look at them,
they swallow my sorrow,
they soothe my pain.
please tell me again
that beauty doesn’t affect us;
it’s a human necessity,
like food on your table,
like the air you breathe.
we were made of it.
dying and blooming,
over and over again.
- sreda, maj 13, 2020
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