Flowers The view is always changing yet my heart is still rooted beating at the same rate I tread the

same path arrive at the same spot no surprise in that I say mostly the same things I bring different flowers sometimes I stay for seconds minutes even hours everytime feels like the first a dead weight pushed deep inside useless tears drop from my eyes I imagine they are watering you seeping thru the earth into your dried up bones I always kiss at least one rose

I think the flowers know.

By Linglang