Flowerchild: Eros
By S. P. Lethe
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Because even if someone has stepped on a flower, it still finds the power to sprout again towards the sun.
This collection of poems adheres to this metaphor and tells the beautiful sides of love as well as the abuse.
The combination of hopefull and anxious days gives "Flowerchild" the perfect bittersweet taste.
S. P. Lethe
Lethe is a young poet and author who is also artistically active, what is shown in her books. Born at the philippines and raised in germany, she started to write short storys and poetrys about the her experience with love, depression and anxious moments. Characterized by a complicated phase of self-discovery, it grants an insight into the stormy life of a young adolescent in the struggle with love. Besides writing, she also plays the ukulele and guitar. She likes her coffee black with three spoons of sugar with the companie of a marlboro cigarette.
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Flowerchild - S. P. Lethe
Art is beautifull
but it is alot of
work.
- Karl Valentin
You are a Flowerchild.
You will rebloom again,
even if someone stepped on you.
This book is dedicated to
my brother Pasquale P.K.
and to my soulmate H.T.
Table of Contents
Preface
The one
Pure Spring
Watching You Sleep
We Are No Friends
October Dreams
Do You See Me?
Epilogue
PREFACE
My work „Flowerchild" is the first in a three-part series on love starting with Eros, the love for his relationship partner, followed by Agape, the love for his family. And finally Philia, the close connection with friends.
Love is a key word that is only dealt with superficially in the good sense of „charity".
However, I have deepened this thought for myself and processed it differently in this biographical illustrated book.
Besides on that, this is not only about the good sides of love, but also about the abuse of it.
Enjoy it with your cup of coffee or tea.
Bye for now.
CONTENT
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Do you love me?
Yep, thats the whole content.
The catchphrase is love.
I want to touch your hands,
wishing that you like girls.
But I know we can`t.
- (Romans 1:26-27)
Growing up as a Christ I never allowed to call my first love a girl.
Because I knew,
god would never allow me
to smell her hair and touch her skin.
I could never call her babe or kiss her lips.
Love is such a tiny word for a world
where we are all doomed for the day where we
will die and return