the art of watering flowers

a small tale about a young girl’s clumsy first love

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you were a pale green bud
cold and slight
disappeared in the crowd
of artificial induced flowers
large and striking
— — —
then, rays of the sun reached the living room
so beautiful, blooming
you became
so pure, so profound
— — —
I gazed at you
blinded by your beauty
you were lighting up
the misty days of rain
— — —
the fear of over-watering you
the fear of under-watering you
the fear of loosing you
kept me at distance, gazing
— — —
I watered the other plants
a day you had withered
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|Denmark 1996

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