Flower for the soul
Tired limbs, but still more the soul.
He weighs his chest like a boulder.
The gaze is set on splendid flower.
His celestial perfume arrives at nostrils.
Petals beaded with dew drops, like tears.
Sparks of light reflect themselves like legiadre stars.
This simple, beautiful flower lifts the distraught spirit, as your face would do, if you could enclose it in my hands.
© 2019 Cornelius Nolitta