where the daisies are purple
where trees sprout through my hands
where my thoughts bloom into
a melody
that wakes my dreams
as I drift off into
a different world
and once again i rise
i will see the sun light up
the night
perfect for seeing all that you couldn't in the dark
then again
the things that we do see
stand out
like my long flowing gown
that never ends until it reaches
Venus
and comes back around
good thing my garden is big enough for it
my world
and whenever I leave
I am welcomed back
by a hand to hold
a body to hug
and gravity to keep me from
floating
away
like the lines of this page
they all seem to be...
...disappearing...
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it's beautiful wording, but what's the point you're trying to make?
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