Flower
What are you to me?
Under a shadow
From a tree
Life without thought
Yet alive
Still swaying on the hill
After I die?
Rooted in the earth
More than I
Soaking in raindrops
From the sky
Yet one day
When I return to the dirt
May I lie
By your evening skirt?
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2018 00:33
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Comments2
Riveting.
It's sweet in a way. I like it quite a bit. Well done.
Profoundly said and nicely done.
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