Wishful Thinking

I am the flower, you are the bee, in this garden we do exist. Seasons change and I began to blossom. My finest petals greet the morning light. Your presence is nowhere to be found, yet I am waiting for you to arrive. Time runs out of tune, ahead of nature, ahead of me. Watching sunrise and sunset slowly vanish like bubbles, burst quickly into the sea of heaven. Are you real or just a figment of my imagination?  Whatever it is, I hope for the best that someday… maybe someday, you and I will collide.


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