White flowers by the bin
He wore white linens in his teens Happy and bright as the blossoms in his yard A hopeless romantic, kindness to the brim He became one among the white flowers. Years came with knots and vines. Dawn to dusk full of duties. Lost his shoes and the flowers unshared. Dreams skipped the prime milestones. Flowers dried, Knots crept over the stones. Kindness and wisdom graced each other A drop of tear hidden somewhere. Many seasons apart, next to the dim alley. She the brightest flower of the alley. The vines of the alley clung to her. She the priceless, seeking shelter and soil. Season apart, their footpaths entwined. The first flowers beside her were from the eastern corner. Brought the days of new happiness and hope. Hope faded, and days passed. The stones of the alley cast a shade. She struggled to be the brightest. He wished to adopt her to the yard, be her soil and...
