Lotus flower
Lotus flower Bloom to tell a story of loss And each tear Is a bud of prayer And grief Is love that couldn't have been In an unforeseen intelude A love strory can be anything Memories somersaulting, fighting for a place Seize whatever is possible Grab whatever is left Today may be the first Tonight may be the last Take in all that is possible Time is envious Or maybe, it loathes you But that's how it is It's all progressing Within this magical interlude.