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Before the Summer Takes me
Written stories on petals
Ink on my stem
These words are what fuel my floral essence
Blooming, to the sound of my own mind
And growing amongst others
Winds may sway my little body aside
Fraying those bits they see
Life isn’t always milk and honey
And it shows
On my tattered green
Picking myself up from the soil
Dusting those faults to the sun above
I live fearing another wave of heat
Undermining a successful spring
So I tell myself
“Plant your seeds
Before the summer takes you.”
Ink on my stem
These words are what fuel my floral essence
Blooming, to the sound of my own mind
And growing amongst others
Winds may sway my little body aside
Fraying those bits they see
Life isn’t always milk and honey
And it shows
On my tattered green
Picking myself up from the soil
Dusting those faults to the sun above
I live fearing another wave of heat
Undermining a successful spring
So I tell myself
“Plant your seeds
Before the summer takes you.”
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