killed a flower, watering a stone
killed a flower, watering a stone how blinded was i, to never have seen, what lay in front of my eyes was gold, kept mining for silver, settling for old, killed a flower, watering a stone. mistook shards of glass for diamonds, kept every piece away from sand, threw away what meant most, now reaching out, for what slipped from my hand. planted a garden, where not one tree stood stout, for i buried joy in the garden of doubt, and wondered, why nothing ever sprouted out.