Red petals extend into night, air illuminated by industry. Steady hands failing to inherit the beauty of such nature honestly, though so tiny in comparison to the solid reach into cloud mist, angled precision slight with human success. Appreciated beauty at the answer of each inquiry, petals spread, flora inviting. Sinking reflection awards little, robbing none, understanding less. If only the color were more persuasive. If only passion were universal. #irispad #tiny #fuckanotherpoem #poetry #poem #writing #writer #photoaday #boston #flower #red #city #lights #skyline #ocean #herewegoagain #thatsawhitesnakesong #ipredictfiftylikes (at The Daily Catch)