When the flowers bloom
the mirror provokes silence
and sets fire
to wind.
When the flowers bloom
the moon grows weary
and tides erupt
like stars that expire.
Every wound is unbolted
under soured petals.
Bitter weather
decays sunlight.
When the flowers bloom
with pungent screaming voices,
vines
capture lucid dreamers.
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Embody Me
PoetryA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
