there's a picture of sunflowers, my favorite
by far. one
leans apart from the congregation, rests
it's head on a wooden fence.
a visible sigh in it's face
it's posture affects --
and though time accelerates,
there is still gold in the lines of my face,
some days the light catches
and warmth Ihold in my pockets
for days like today, I drizzle it on my tongue.
&my; insides are wrapped in dusty glow
from eons before
I began to wilt
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
there's a picture of sunflowers, my favorite
by far. one
leans apart from the congregation, rests
it's head on a wooden fence.
a visible sigh in it's face
it's posture affects --
and though time accelerates,
there is still gold in the lines of my face,
some days the light catches
and warmth Ihold in my pockets
for days like today, I drizzle it on my tongue.
&my; insides are wrapped in dusty glow
from eons before
I began to wilt
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