I am an echo of longings planted
in red, southern, earth,
blooming fierce, incandescent yellow,
rivaling the sun, and the tips of flames.
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I am the jewel of flower crowns,
made for coronations aside sapphire streams,
regality formed from imagining a world
where wild, untamed, native buds are cherished.
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And when Summer yields her smoldering ways,
and Autumn breezes sigh through the indigo hills,
I mirror the clouds,
caught in their breath,
dancing, twirling, floating upon dreams
that will sleep through the dead gray of winter,
until light, warmth, and hope return a new,
and wishes florescence once more.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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