the grief between her flowers.
another whirlwind that blows fastly thru her skin
bringing her to the old faint memory that she chose to never remember it again
how could a gentle breeze felt this nostalgic?
she hunted by the abundance of her own worst past tragedy
as she picked one of the flower from the garden
embracing it as if its her fleeting dream that never fulfilled
covered by the perfectness of its colour
“will i ever deserve this eventually?”
all of her question that been hanging around without answer
her question over her mourn experienced
hiding from the cruelty that world had gave to her
she cried over her grief between her flowers