I never say I bring you only bouquets of joy,
Yellow flowers of sunshine and love.
Hidden beneath them may be flaws in me
Which may wound you and pierce your heart
Yet with the broken, tattered, torn, scarred flowers ,
Which call my soul, I bring you dreams
From the unknown land, where in the grass,
Little toes will step towards you with delight.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Love
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