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what you see
is what you see
not what you see
what you read
is what you read
not what you read
I am that I am
that I am not
what you see
like me
like me
please
like me
please
for who I am
for who I am not
for who
I seem
to be
to you
my garden grows
more beautiful
than yours
my flowers
flower
and who are you
to know
who I am
who can know
what is
if I matter
at all
it's only because
someone once
said to me
as I say to you
the only words
you want
to hear
you matter
to me
for real.
3 comments:
Spring is here! It's the right time for a love poem entitled "my flowers". I like particularly the point in the poem where "like" changes meaning from like to like ... I like it!
Beautiful.
Beautiful poem.
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