Hanging
on
the
wall
tickling
as
I
brush
past
he
reaches
out
turning
I
see
a delicate
blossom
long
neck
strong
roots
not
like
other
flowers
he
blooms
forever
Hanging
on
the
wall
tickling
as
I
brush
past
he
reaches
out
turning
I
see
a delicate
blossom
long
neck
strong
roots
not
like
other
flowers
he
blooms
forever
It is
not
in
the
beholder
It is
only
in
the
mirror
of
the
soul
truth
courage
humility
clarity
life
peace
to
achieve
one
one
must
acieve
all
It is
only
the
hello
and
goodbye
that
has
meaning
the
middle
is
but
memory
Awakened
hours
before
sun
writing
about
Bella
about
him
promising
I
wouldn’t
let
us
be
us
bello
away
from
everyone’s
eyes
don’t
put
me
on
pages
keep
me
yours