Too close to be near

The leaves go as far as they show

And flowers smile as good as you know

Some themes are best codified by time

As they rush half-way down the line.

If one somehow leaves a mark

I’ll rest till no one is abound

The beauty last long as it should

And shelter drifts when not uphold.

Show me your colour

To know your name for

No sane leaves to cut it short

And no insane smile to crochet it long.