Nasturtiums in a jar,
the petals in the water sit almost perfectly still,
when with faded dreams you came to me
and I whisper to you
as one driven by thought of nature’s implicit language
I want to fill the empty parts with comfort,
stretch towards you with my soul singing
as ache, a never-ending spiral, slips through the fingers-
the flowers remind us we can withstand any condition,
incredibly pink as they touch the lips.



Photo credits: The Mythical Art of Amy Judd, Pinterest

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