over tissue and planta

it feels so cold all over again.
a thousand questions and no answers.

can blue birds sing and flowers bloom when your sun don't shine
can you feel the soft caress of late night breezes when your windows are closed

do you only miss the flowers and fingertips when they are gone

to have all the riches in the world yet without time or love to spend with, will you realise only too late that the world is too full of fools poorer than the happy poor
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it's already 3am.
my windows are opened, my flowers sit in eternal bloom. i am learning to sing a forgotten tune. will you sit with me, and listen?

this is my concert for you and you alone.