playing hopscotch on the warm sidewalk
a flower that was mindlessly picked twirling in one hand
the other glazed with honey, fingers stuck between my lips
a quick look at the flowery path ahead
it beckons me with a gentle wave
in just a few more hops...
i'll travel straight into the sweet future i've always longed for.
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ALPENGLOW. | ✓
Poetry| highest ranking: #4 in poetry life can be trivial in the long run. let us start by appreciating and accepting life's more endearing moments, for the ones who can't. | NEOKULTURED, 2023
