Aroma of Flowers
-Above-
Light shines through the walls of open windows,
And I wish I could see her face.
But she was lost way back when I left her.
Now flowers are in her place.
Anemones for the way I treated
her
Dandelions for the way we could have
loved
Daisies for the days we could have
laughed
And now rain washes me down from
-above. -
Copyright © Stephania Quinn | Year Posted 2020
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