…the flowers that find you.

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Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.

the far aways are here to stay..

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There were days when laughter was abound ….they came like rain, wanton and loud. Mornings spent watching the patterns spread on the wall like jeweled ink blots and yearning clowns. Evenings on the rooftop watching the world tick away…sky a molten yellow and gray, speckled with paprika clouds. Nights on the balcony, listening to music, reading from books like far from the madding crowd.

Days that began with uncertain hellos and ended with unspoken goodbyes…