Hello Again

aren't you bringing any flowers
in your hands
from south africa?

in your absence
the flowers here wilted

it is your time now
to recompense

and i am asking
where are your flowers?

open your hands
from your palms
let all the flowers grow
let the scent explode

make another beginning
start writing the first line of your poem

how about a poem sort of
a love poem
the one worded so well with
affection

the one that repays
the cruelty of disappearances

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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