maybe the vase
wasn't meant
to shatter,
to scatter the soil
and the flower
in it.
maybe it wasn't
supposed
to fall at all.
maybe the flower
shouldn't be
watered
or see sunlight,
to grow
and bloom.
maybe its seed
shouldn't be
in that vase
in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
