Ah, yes, that topsy turvy thing we call love and infatuation. There was a time where I was crazy about a person. In fact, the trials and ordeals of my heart surrounding this person is probably the main reason why I wrote so much poetry. It is not her fault, per se, she merely did what she did and I took it the way that I wanted to take it. This poem, however, is directly based off of a time I saw a mandala with her, and something she said.
Hope
She said
Is there
Or at least
She said
I would likely think about it
Lotus
Rose
In pink and yellow
She did not say
Thought it was there as well
That city
So fragile
Under glass
Like a corpse
It is still alive
But for one more day
It is still alive
We make a lot of things
Out of colored sand
We brush them with
Our hand
Hope
She said
Is there
Or at least
She said
I would be inspired by it
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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