Purpose
(When the changes in people change us, it can be unnerving but appreciated).
Your petals came on softly with refrain
In the shadows of green they gather strength
Above the darkness is a canopy
That asks for naught but all one might give
To pick you from the moss you’ve grown interred
With the hope of being plucked in one breath.
Black and White
(This one is for the authors I've read)
In between the lines of black and white, I see you.
In the words not spoken, in the silence there, I hear you.
Without a touch, far removed in time, I feel you.
With all of this in mind and more, I know you.
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