Ode 35
- Oph Kiltah
- Jul 2, 2021
- 1 min read
I walked by a florist today and admired the flowers
My eyes darted from stem to stem taking in every colorful bud
A myriad of scents tickled my nose
I was looking for something tho I didn’t know it yet
But as soon as I found it
I knew
Amongst the bouquets of red, yellow, pink and orange, these stood out
They were centerstage and all the others seemed wilted next to them
As if they were bowing to the others majesty, their royalty
My eyes beheld the blue
They say that the blooms’ colors mean something and long ago I learned that blue meant
HOPE
My eyes wouldn’t let them leave my vision
My neck dared my head to turn
My hands itched to reach out stroke petal
But my head said no
Hope springs eternal and this well runs deep
I’m just here standing at the side of the road
Hoping for you to walk with me
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