If It Was Poem by Cee Bea

If It Was



I can not imagine life
amongst the flowers

doing so would mean capture

'If it was what I wanted...'
I would often think.

Then comes the silence
and
I won't deal with silence

Friday, November 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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