Flowers In His Hand
The petals of a flower fluttered down a quiet boys arm. It was not wilting, just shifting into a better life. A silky feeling, soft and comforting as they flowed up to his shoulder. The light grey and soft blues almost glowed in the moonlight. A rush of petals circled him before looking into his grey-blue eyes. One peaceful path broke into two and wistfully zipped past both of his ears and formed a simple crown on his head. With a crown made up of soft blue petals, the prince finally smiled.
Written: November 8th, 2019
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The Skeleton With a Crown
PoetryA poem book with all of my kx poems. Some sad, some old, but hey arent we all?
