one of a kind
is my dear flower
sacred and safe
in my little tower
hidden it had been
insulted they had me for it
asked me why I keep it
it's beauty for me
I unlocked the door
the flower turned known
with a blink of an eye
all had flowers on their crown
they used paint
to color their city
it looked beautiful
a picturesque pity
when the rain came
and downed all hopes
all the colors flushed away
left in town only ghosts
there I was again
my flowers color stayed
but as it came it went away
their colors graves
CITEȘTI
Talking heart
PoezieTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
