Once we danced through flower fields,
God’s own bouquet in bloom,
a vibrant view of blue, yellow, and green.
You plucked one,
held it to the sky,
and prayed one day
your mind would match its colours.
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OA Poetry (
Online) - Published: November 9th, 2025 03:30
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