Now comes
this moment
when pink
petunias
the color of
cotton candy
tremble
the wind is
cool against
my shoulders
birds gurgle back
and forth the
sun glows on
the sea of
yellow and
white flowers
in the meadow
the blue of
the sky is so
clear so hard
to describe
the moment
is too full
words always
fall short
just close your eyes
open them and
breathe.
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