Petals

This is for the Pink

and the hues of the colour yellow

born in the late spring

between the wet days and majestically growing trees leaves deepening their green

I sat in silence

waiting for the past to be reset

brushstrokes sweeping over the stretched canvas

water turning thick of color

I witnessed the words to conquer the space

asking to be typed on the blank page

I wrote, as the poem wrote me:

I looked inside my heart;

it was full of flowers

soft white petals

multi-layered

stack on top of one another

How haven’t I dared to see them before?