When Flowers Started Singing

who would have thought
that the blooming of flowers
had a sound

i didn’t

not until the day i met you

or maybe it wasn’t that day
maybe it was the quiet years after
when your name started to feel
like a season changing inside my chest

it felt like spring
singing in small corners of my days
whenever your laugh
slipped into the air

your presence like komorebi
light breaking softly through leaves
the kind you ache to step into
even when you know
it will never stay in your hands

and still, you remain out of reach

no matter what happens
i stand far away
with my shadows
yearning to touch
a light
that was never meant for me.

or is it? maybe if i prayed enough.

What matters is that I posted right? I HAD A HUGE BLOCK like nothing i wrote was good but now i’m good hehehe. This week word is komorebi :

With this, I will leave you until next week or maybe sooner without any explanation of my poem. Because is it art if it needs explaining?

Until Next Time,

Rusty Lanterns

A Ikram