Flower in the city

I walked on the buried pavement of the Forgotten Avenue and saw some memories nailed to a dead oak tree.

I looked away and walked astray and I found her, the only one that looked alive in this dull city.

For years, I’ve been trapped inside a broken glass wine, tough is a life without amusement.

But she made me realized that I was barely alive, living in the space between the sunflower and the pavement.