First: redA soft, silken coinPressed to the lipsClenched in the fistYour private treasureFound fallenNo less precious for that Then: whiteLike a featherDropped in flightStolen ReclaimedCast into a puddleCrushed by playground hands Found: PinkPerfect, pristine petalAn offered consolationLost in your tailwinds How could I forget?The petals we are givenPale next to those we find Photo by […]