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The wildflower liked being in the wild.
Flourishing in silent peace while dancing in the wind.
Like a rose in the vineyard.

He watched the rose but
didn’t pluck her.
She didn’t belong to him.

His heart full of love.



Shell ✨🐚
Sometimes love means to watch from afar and let her flourish in her own way.
As I rock you to sleep,
i notice your soft baby hairs growing in.
Not long enough to be slicked back,
Not short enough to go unnoticed.
I curl it with my pointer finger,
waiting for it to bounce back.
All in, both feet,
I rise from the dead,
glug down some bean derived drink
revived fully and ready to rock n roll
I begin....
Oh
to leave all chains
on top
of the mountain

Oh
to leave a world
setting
— everything free

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
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