Flowers in a pot


Dreaming in Meadows,
Wishing on dying weeds,
Watching a sunflower bloom,
Then slowly disappear with the moon.

Feeling the wind and forgetting to breathe,
Then realising you wished you never learned how,
You hold your breathe in hopes you will forget.

Then the sun makes you warm and you begin to dream again.

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