a poem: why wouldn’t I?

I’m like an open notebook with
Japanese cherry blossoms painted across both pages

When you gently run your fingers over the blossoms
Drawing circles as you go
They might soon come off the pages
Landing gracefully onto your hand

You need to make them feel at home
Make for them to nestle cozily into your palm
Maybe water and sing to them?

If you’re just a little patient
They might then slowly bloom
Revealing all the beauty and truths hidden safely beneath their covers

They’ll tell you all their stories bluntly
As you show your genuine ways,
She will unleash her raw inner self to you

Because, why wouldn’t I?

-your tiny woman in a giant world

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