Impatient Expected Flower

Are you reading this?
No, I'm listening too.

It's how it was hundreds of years back,
or something like that.

When we would sit around 
a dusty room
a few meters inside a mountain,
and keep the fire going
to warm and choke.

And there was a genealogy
to the narratives
even if we didn't know those words.

It is too presumptions 
to say we
because then
was a different time.

And the bloom
will happen every year
but not forever.