Three o'clock
But not in day
Only blue light illuminates her face
For she is beautiful
Her mind submerged
An ocean of thought
Only put into words
Some may call her crazy
Others full insane
But the rare few
Can understand the gem she shines as
Every single day
For she is her own
Yet one of a few
The accepting of the world
But the ones who try to change it too
They can cry over small things
Craft tragedies too
But you can bet your life
They see more in the world
Than you
Smudgie xoxo
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Sunflowers and misc.
PoetrySunflower face me My hands caress you and you consume their pain Turn your face to the sun and point me to elysium Take my years away and return me to that time Smile upon the daffodils at your feet Daffodils at my knees With their feathers rides aw...
