Coming Up Roses

Dec 24, 2022

1 min read

By Malavika

beneath the layers

of silence, a slight

tremor took shape --

the cracks widened,

opening up agape,

letting a volley of

flowers unto their

escape

albeit the blooms,

were a tad bent

out of shape --

like the faded

frames of an

old videotape.

By Malavika

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