Laughing, crying,

praying, hoping, that things are going to change,

Once again.

Cornflowers and rose petals —

glittering blue in the sun,

while a single red flower, that doesn’t have a name

holds its own in the background, opening up to the bee

that feasts on it hungrily.

Cornflowers and rose petals —

I long to drape them in my hour, I long

to drape them through his.

Love is a colour

I can always wear proudly.