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we
are
so
used to looking at the sky
with
rose-colored eyes,

obliviously
burning
of
catastrophic
sun.
Colors so bright I swear I could smell them,
     a perfect kaleidoscope of hues.
Blinding me with excitement,
deafening me with their awe and beauty.

Roses curled up in a lovely kiss,
in shades of pink, white and red.
Tempting me with their ****** ambiguity,
waving like a stranger
in the wind.

Daisies giving me a friendly smile,
with their innocent, white petals.
Inviting me to sit and chat,
and perhaps share a cup of tea
to discuss our days over.

Lilies sprawling about,
with their elegant, flamingo pink flavor.
Drooping like a chandelier,
and revealing the secrets hidden within.

Tulips as purple as the plums
I picked from my grandmother's tree.
Mocking me with their vibrant personalities,
yet contained and uptight all the same

Their identities shine
through their wordless expressions.
I find more comfort here
than among the loud and thoughtless.
tonight my eyes lift
from a darkened valley
to a sunset vibrant
with celestial gold
shining through
lavender-charcoal
blankets of clouds

and it feels like a work
of the finest art
that was painted
just for here
just for now
in colors
just for me
These scars
bear my witness
I did not see it coming
a minute
later
she married
the
alligator.
i wish there was something to do
when i sit around with nothing to do.

yet when i'm free from the clock
and my hands are unglued,

all i do is nothing
and nothing will do.
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