Photo by Karl Hörnfeldt on Unsplash

A Poem About Mayflowers

the summer of July
and the memories of Mayflowers.
a bouquet of fragrance
I gather again in my arms.

the lazy careless days
and the memories we inked.
now I see them in the sky
like a poem which I can read.

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Do we really see them?

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

Disappeared from reality
All but a ghost
The masses of men pass by
Unaware of her existence.

Life all but ordinary
A solitary affair
Friends who once called
No longer care.

Invisible to the touch
Unable to see
The masses of women pass by
She is unpersoned…

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