by Amber

moonflowers

alone we sit
who are you?
she whispers
oh, me? no1.
seeds spray
winds r blu
me? i’m tru
just  a man
on the 🌙✨

in the soup
we lingered
as the lite
shines thru
germination
icy poppies
stroll away
thru a mind

underneath;
she’s close
feel me tie
roots alone
floating on
seven times
dear angel.

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