Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Christie

Deep in my threads
In the currents beneath my shell
Light struggles to escape
Their patterns Bright and wild

You already know and love 
My favorite spring flowers
Those that shamelessly drop their petals early
And set the green moss a blaze
With crimson velvet flames
Like me 
they open for you

2 comments:

  1. I loved him. Thank you. I wonder if I'll ever feel like this again

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