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#bluebonnets
When you were mine I always saw specks of blue In rivers, oceans, and spread across the sky On butterfly wings, blue jay's, and flooding feilds of blue bonnets Yes, within my lovers eyes that blue was mine When you walked away You took that color with you And once again my world was monochrome I thought I had found my colorwheel But now I've found the spectrum to be larger than that pitiless hue One day I will find Someone who will make my world explode With a kaleidoscope of all these colors that I've never known As if their very breath gives life to such sights And in my view they will stay, for this I'll get on my knees and pray
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Colorwheel
The clock was running and the hour was late my mind was racing at a crazy rate the traffic on the road was oh so dense big trucks roared by, their drivers were tense. My troubled mind was blue but I looked up and saw a sprinkled wealth of buttercup. And then I knew that even in delay the fate awaiting later in the day would not be something that I had to fight for I’d remember then this splendid sight . Along the way bluebonnets were ablaze swaying in the wind and giving praise. If on my path misfortune should I cross when I encounter pain and suffer loss I hope I can recall the glory of this drive give thanks and praise that I too am alive. I hope that on my journey I’ll look up and see the sprinkled wealth of buttercup.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Buttercups
You bloom in my heart like early Bluebonnets during winter Removing all my splinters That were still left from the beginning I'm not even bleeding I'm just pinned with feeling Don't stop this fishing pole from reeling Cause I'm believing That you're more than the first moment A florecer en mi corazón como primeros Bluebonnets durante el invierno La eliminación de todos mis astillas Que aún quedaban desde el principio Ni siquiera estoy sangrando Sólo estoy inmovilizó con sentimiento No deje de esta caña de pescar desde el devanado Porque yo estoy creyendo Eso es más que el primer momento
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Early Bloom