Verse
The Flower of Silence
In the book: "I'll be there in 1, 2, 3"
The Flower of Silence
The absent gaze,
it evades what is real
it drives her present forward.
The crimson red of her lips
saturates words
she would rather not say.
She nurses an aged ardor,
the embers weave memories
of who she was. They evoke sweetness.
A lukewarm echo invites her
to bloom again
when spring awakens.