Breathe me in,
collide with my mind,
Open your senses,
for it's clarity you will find.
Petunias like damsels,
in crimson dresses from afar.
Dancing to the wind,
hoping to be right where you are.
Silhouettes of trees
as dark as my little dreams,
Waist deep thoughts,
scattered and bursting at the seams.
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