Flowers

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A cup of sunshine blows away in the wind...

Small hands dance in the meadow, I watch in silent wonder as the flakes of color sway throughout me..

Relaxing me as I fall..

Tiny kisses tingle my bare skin as I lay in their embrace..

I shut my eyes as they pull me in with their leafy puppet strings..

Slowly, I awaken my grey orbs, staring at the color triplets..

They fall silently in calm circles, light shining through rainbow orbs..

Holding out my hand, the shining lights coo and murmur..

I lean up, the strings detaching reluctantly..

I kiss the cup of sunshine, and the winds blows them away...

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