68 - yellow fields

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"next day, we're back in the yellow fields, i try painting the never-ending scenery in front of us when i hear your honey-like voice call me,

i turn around and see you,

a large grin etched on your delicate face and large sunflowers spilling out of your arms,

seeing you so happy makes my heart burst in euphoric flames,

you sweetly hand them over to me, i reach for the brightest one and place it in your hair and as i see you break out into tiny giggles,

the unopening door, your fading heartbeat is forgotten,

all I see, all i feel, all i hear,

is you, my sunflower"

-k.v.

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