SoulReserve

Picking flowers

Love grows
fragile
but resolute
against the whims
of our nature,
Love is transformed
and it takes solace
in the wounded hearts
of pelted flowers,

And there, below a tree
as frangipani
collects in my lap,
it rubs on me
ever so gently.

© SoulReserve 2017

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