Carefree, great big blue Birds fly
Kicked by pink Flamingos lie.
Fell from a place not below or above
Dusty innocence from refraining from love.
Am I wrong for crossing what’s shown?
The cycles of others sweep me through a cyclone.
A damper of moods frigid as hail
A temperature heightened from anger that’s male.
Distant from other’s yet lacking own self connection
They spill out their secrets but I’m left with retention.
Gilded geranium; pink but not gold
Fall leaves like spackle to keep me in hold.
Fugues of time of both young and the old.
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