they’re dried and pressed,
like pristine sheets of purple glass.
the lilacs we picked together
when we were together
can you picture the shades of light and dark?
the Delicate veins like lightening bolts
but they don’t strike
they fall apart
About the Creator
Kaitlyn Chung
Uni student who makes art because it makes my soul happy. I hope in reading my poetry, I’ll make yours happy too :)
It begins with a twinkle of a thought, then morphs into something I’d never think of.
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