Flowers Are Free

Entry by: writerGAKBUVWUMQ

4th May 2017
The squeezing of a person
like an accordion,
like a book:
words, music and
heartbeats fly

the silent thud of the
tree of thoughts
and words and
the sap oozes

the kindness of Spring
rousing my tears
soft and gentle
I must remember

flowers are free
and so is love, really