#405-Simplicity
09/09/2018
Sometimes,
What we seek,
Is in front of our eyes,
Waiting.
Searching in a haze,
Unable to hear silence,
Blind,
To a shining sun,
Or her,
Within reach,
Momentarily.
Today I see all of you.
Veins,
Brown edges,
A short stem,
Silent words,
Whispered on a dirty sidewalk,
Outside my door.
Today,
I’d pick you up gently,
And ask:
Would you…?
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