You sent me flowers White liles of your solitude, Tumba flowers of your early childhood Thorny rose bushes from a wild youth Blood red shoe flowers of hurt times You sent me so many flowers Every day...
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging."
Jeanette Winterson
1 comment:
Never ever thought about this aspect of flowers.
Nice thought. Keep writing.
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