every time you walk away from me, a wildflower sprouts from my heart.
every time the space between us grows more and more, another wildflower gets the chance to taste the sunlight.
every time you take a step away from me, i bloom.
i b l o o m for me.
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Ephemeral Stars
Poetrythis is a journey through the stars; a short series of ephemeral thoughts. © february 2019
