Dedicated to Reade12 , to make your day a little brighter :)
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mangled flowers
with missing petals
that are strewn
on the grass.
blank faced.
brushing vague fingers
against yellow,
dusty centres.
sun gently lying
on wide green fields.
soft pink flowers
at the edges of sight.
broken stems
with frayed ends,
shining softly
with liquid sugar.
pick off another petal:
the same thought again
('he likes me,
he likes me not').
birds circling ahead.
dark silhouettes sketched
against bright blue skies
and warm sunshine.
silent wishes made
with every absent pluck
of light, pinkish petals.
small, sad smiles.
he does not know:
the object of his thoughts
lies in his own bed
(and thinks about him, too).
YOU ARE READING
the mind's recesses
Poesíawords that fell out of inky fingers, and stained the paper that lay on wooden tables.
