
from the tips of my fingers
to the tops of my toes
a flower sits
in repose
calling to me
dejected and forlorn
I compose
myself
and listen to the words whispered
forth
speaking to me of daffodil dreams
and peeks sanguine
in the distance
they seem
like a memory
of another time
when the love you brought to me
was something altogether different
than this fractured reverie
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