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Jac Oct 2020
the sunflowers had withered
gracious had they once stood,
competing with the golden hues of the sun,
there exuding radiance had been a delight to gaze upon;
now left to be fetched when morning came.
withered sunflowers no longer competing with the golden sun
Jac Sep 2020
my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.
i hope you are well.
Jac Aug 2020
individuals, dozens of them
prying until the sun
lit up the grounds

it felt like the heavens
when you did not

yet my smile
appeared too soon
faltered when you left me

bounded with affection —
crippled butterflies
leaving to never
fly near again.
façade faded every sentence you uttered directed at me
Jac Aug 2020
when the flowers started to bloom
they withered
all of them  —
in my mind, at least
for the eye it is pleasing

i do not feel this ease

the wind does not calm me
it acts more like the turbulence
of my emotions
weighing me down
to earth.
Jac May 2020
my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.
pretty pretty flower that you are
Jac May 2020
it was with me,
intimate
as a lover’s kiss

like invisible wings,
just the feathers that had
darkened a bit

an inescapable shadow
i was passively existing in.
will you break them for me?
Jac Apr 2020
a dozen gold horses
galloping around the fields.
dusk is upon,
their manes are dancing —
a strong wind in our presence

how do they not stumble?
i do.
where is my power when i need it?
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