The Handsome Flower
I would seize freedom when I sing
my favorite songs, and I wish
talking about you is just as carefree-
my voice to not walk on eggshells
and my eyes to stay composed
Oh what a fragile irony to babble
greedily, a current unstoppable
yet the flood in my heart has
remained the larger portion of
an iceberg submerged
I would find comfort in random
places caressing my thoughts,
where reality is a scent of lush
gardens, and I won't have to
evade and pretend that I may
have only injured my senses
since there is a wind that
feels familiar, and you stand
taller- enamored- and never
higher than my ease
Though it is biting when I blink
and depart from the balmy vision,
you are still the infinite field of
my blooming days, more like a
rainbow I need not to chase
because the skies are much
brighter when we don't obsess
and cast a shadow over the handsome
colors we should not selfishly
possess...
for when a flower is meant to be
loved by all, you simply don't
pick it
-Nicola An
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