orange fragile
nestled together for warmth
uncaring
shocking me with color
bent low to the wind
whispering a riot
beckon my gaze
like flaming velvet butterflies
sun comes and goes
you follow
ignorant
blind but seeing the sun
night comes
you rest
without sleep
2 comments:
Very lovely. Only, I still can't read. I thought the title was "poopy."
Always bringing a smile. =)
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