Stare at the flower's center
in a secret room.
Crack it open,
like you would
a forgotten novel.
Read parts of it,
sadness and sighs
coming from somewhere,
an embrace,
strawberries on your lips.
Is it a sunflower,
or a rose,
any eden we can name.
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100 Ways For A Woman To Look At The World
Michael Wurster
Stare at the flower's center
in a secret room.
Stare at the flower's center
in a secret room.
