The lost one

The plan was accurate

And I followed it with my finger out.

My flowers were born at each deadline

Until one rebelled.

The tiny detail was hiding,

The personality changed

And my plan became a treasure hunt.

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Jump the wall

I throw my mind

Over the wall using a single hand

And wait for the bump.

If was searching for novelty,

It might have found it.

What is new is still hidden

And i can only excite in its imminent rise.

Mind will tell me,

Among thoughts of routine,

What I could not imagine

and get thrilled for

Only few days ago..