to coexist with flowers
it's you in dandelions and the breath that blows wishes away,but you halt my lungs
(just a little bit breathtaking)
mesmerize these eyes
I'm not on fire just yet but I am a match,
unsure but aflame and ready to be wild:
ready to delve into the wilderness
and swear upon old roots that I can coexist with flowers,
and I will not set the seeds of chance in flames
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