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.


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