Delicate buds bent over the lullaby prairies of dew,
There's always something different, something new.
But for me, I was always too scared to try,
Never wanted to open the next doors & say goodbye.
Iced Boba teas in the spring,
Reaping what warmer weather may bring.
In Houstonian fields, we watched daffodils twirling in the wind.
By end of summer,
Riding on rusted bikes,
Through busy streets, filled with people with busy lives,
Spreading our wings wide open.
You were a Queen, and I was a King,
We were daffodils in full swing.
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amber daffodils (completed ✔️)
Poetry"i stood on the plutonium shores of the lake, where all the poets had went to die, the mountains bejeweled with snow. i saw nothing in the vast expanse, only the stars in a hazy trance, yet when the sun rose, and night came to a close, i saw marig...
