Celestial Amy

May Flowers

I can´t see

The blazing sun high above

It burns my skin

 

Red just may become my favorite color

 

The light feeds the flowers below

So gorgeous they are

Innocent and Pure

A flower crown will be your gift

 

If you keep following the trail

You just mind yourself lost in the fog

 

The forest is thick around you

Do you want to go back?

 

The sun long gone

The flowers long picked

 

What is that you search

A new start

Or are you trying to run away?

 

Maybe you want us to forget your name

Like you never existed

 

I will forgive you

 

Just give me time

Comments2

  • yellowrose

    A good read ) nice choice of words

  • rebmasters

    I particularly enjoyed these evocative lines:

    "The blazing sun high above
    It burns my skin

    Red just may become my favorite color"

    A beautiful narrative journey weaved within your words



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