buried flower
the mirror reflects and i know
it's not me that I'm looking at
I have grown
the reflection doesn't reflect that
the flower in her hand
I look at my wilted one
one petal falls down
I step out of the fairyland
if the fish climbed the tree
would it then be expected to fly?
when will it be free
when will it not have to comply?
forever in the shadow
I bury the flower
in the meadow
over the ruins of tower