dream watching petals
carelessly encourage the purity
of hopeless romantics to reflect
upon a pure color of innocence in
reality as they would do
asleep.
awake and alone, pink
is what blossoms, the glass
window above
the ground of crisscross
walking students, who view
its reflection as a worthy
enough polaroid to keep
as a lifelong memory in
the fleeting essence of
what should be cherished as
youth.
flashed within seconds,
the people within the frames
begin to develop as the picture
itself hums a hymn about spring;
how only in spring,
can they bloom as lovingly as the
dreams you seem them in.
