Flower of the Sun

In the heat of summer, you were a

wild card

Almost out of reach, barely a chance – a lucky pick

In the deadly winds of winter

You were salt water,

very much alive

rigid

Spalshing against the coastline

of my skin

frothy

Active, invigorated

whimsical

And each day in between,

You were the sun in my morning

pinks, warm, light

And you set along my horizon.

pastel and

soft

And just like that – your rays shone to the tips of my petals

delicate, glowing, lingering with the strength of your gleam

And like the flower of the sun that I am,

reaching towards its power –

I turned my face towards you.

 

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