memories face the clouds still velcroed, unsalted, stubborn sunflower seeds straining higher. millions of dark eyes waiting for the hour their namesake will appear, unaware their petals’ flames are the beauty to be matched.
Posted by jacsprat in Uncategorized Tags: beauty, clouds, eyes, future, memories, poetry, seeds, sun, sunflower, velcro, waiting
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