#66 in poetry 5/11/17
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Yet something hasn't changed,
for I still wished I could pulverize into
atoms,
and
become the air you breathe in...
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From when she made me human...
Hop Hop. I wander up on this luminescing sky, Following thy every silky cloud-like sweetness, that swiftness of step.
Mortified by the majestic flower, I feel myself dimming, that light of mine dying. As if I had a sparkle at sight.
But if anything I had were a sunflower, then I was a seed, waiting to be planted in soil, caressed by thy palms, watered by any bit of concern of thine. Awaiting for strikes of sunlight; that being thee.
Hop Hop. Thou stomped a way, out of my light,
For myself growing old was too much of a burden for a blossoming soul like thine.
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