MY STOMACH TWISTS INTO Knots-Photo-03

A break before the flower blooms
Petals vibration
Wet with dew
Natures tears as the effective begins.
I guess every one of us
Is just hoping to turn out to be one
Of those forgotten little chosen ones, right
Man, you know about spells
There are so many

Reaching the sun warms embracing delicate stems
Drawing its beauty
From within.
She sighs at the sight
Captivated by the moment,
A pause before the flower blooms.
And life Would pay no more
A breath held
Before the kiss
Of ecstasy arrives.

WILFRED JOHN