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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
If only I could, I would
be a wildflower in May
Among the pining grass and open breeze
welcoming raindrops and rays
Beneath a cloudless sky
courted by the bees
If only I could, I would
be a fire that warms
That burns without burning out
one which melts stonecold pavements
On wintry eves and dawns
during a friendless walk
If only I could, I would
be a favorite melody
Hummed in between silence
buoyed above oceans of deafening notes
The first morning tune
the last lullaby song before bidding adieu
If only I could, I would
not be a thorn-less rose
Whose petals were painted over
sitting atop a tall oaken table
Seen through molded glass
watered but deeply parched
sunkissed yet shivery cold
I would choose, If only I could
a world beyond judgment and name
But alas, some choices are not mine to make
and those choices made me
40 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on October 10, 2020
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