From The Heart

I am hidden in the dew

that lays on the delicate mauve tips

of the roses in the English garden.

I hide in the fragrant earl Grey

that is sipped

from Grandma’s tea set

on the terrace above.

I hide in the bold colorful strokes

of the artist’s brush

in the Prussian blue sky

of his landscape.

I hide in the shadowy sinister words

of the dark poem

written in my blood.

How long will I hide?

Till the answer

is  revealed.

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bj7's picture

excellent poem
makes me think of all the things im hiding from at the moment
u have telent
well done