Who sees the bark the lovely brown

 


I wish I had known you
before the world began to crumble
becoming
a thin and pastel color.

I know
our moments last as frail as the leafs
we pluck
beauteous like a rose pedal.

Too long
I am left without my love
or someone to return
the blossoms that I have, I gave.

Now the winter leaves me so dismayed
amidst the background of a painting
singing, softly
calmly.

I am
the least of a given focus
to an artist, or a poet
or romantic.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
08.03.20

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