Some Tongue In Cheek

Flower

 

Every time that I smell the blossom

slowly opening my eyes to see

the soft pastel colors, the subtle fragrance

moist droplets of dew, beckon me.

 

This night flower that opens at twilight

makes me rise as the dawn greets the sun

my lips gently brushing, to soft rising cries

lie entangled, embracing as one.

 

(Stoic)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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