Two, like an old flowers, still coloutful with life, always wait for the sun.
The old flowers have the best place,while one is sent to the corner.
In the tightly packed bloom, even flowrs have to whisper.
Surrounded by so much competiton, one that blooms can so easy drown.
The face, for all to see, in the flower head.I was surpised to see?
With so little light for all in a crowded room, two get what they can.
A drop of light falls through the leaves,splashes on your petals. I caught you.
The walk through the darkness,in search of the sweet places
