Words Come With Flowers

By AGNA

Words come with flowers

rhyming stones and clouds of yesterday

grow me again in the winter’s womb

Hear me not

but staple me with winds

to approach half dead autumn

Open eyes after leaves of tomorrow

gone or coming to?

wait for buried heart almost new

beloved, memories of ripped tides

circle along the lines

as if circle is straight

but the result always — zero

wait for it,every coconut question of snow

will be answered with revival of past with unbleached zero.