#63 in #poetry - 24/Nov/2021 - - -
I have chosen to speak in routine rhyme time after time after time.
But still I stand surprised at all inside my mind that I find.
Be it good or be it bad,
I have been given words and ways to tell you that I...
Flowers are pretty, Flowers are nice. I carry flowers like little secrets as I dance through the city, All through bitter and sweet blues of sin and vice. Flowers hold compassion and color, Flowers hold words and worlds, Flowers are the breeze through the hot length of summer. Make me a flower boy so that I might bear, Beauty and bliss in each petal binding stare.
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