White flowers

I’ve always loved white flowers

small white flowers

of a white so pure

they reminisce of snow

 

I saw you in the purity

and the poetry

of white flowers

that reminded me of times of yore

I could no longer remember

 

Before dying

before leaving this world for me

you showed me your old drawing

where you were giving a white flower

to the boy you loved

 

And you gifted me a white rose

as a silent present, a promise

that you’d wait for me

on the shores of Cyg

 

 

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