Flower Forgive Me

Flower forgive me,
Of my foolishness,
Of my hate.
I am just a man.
A weary traveler.
And your road,
Is a road I’d like to travel.
Even if I never step foot on eastern soil,
I’ll be fine,
For the east is in your eyes,
And in your hair.
As though the whole world
Is contained in your stare

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