Never mind starting them indoors
mid-May is around the corner
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I accept you.
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They say you'll bloom into sunset clouds
Molten orange reds
velvet dress dancing on flower skin
on p e t a l s
valley of valleys
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hearty thoughts
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My lashes fluttered closed
dew drops escaped
And I found myself there once more
floating on/
our hands clasped
as we watch the sky move into a deep indigo haze
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blooms wrought in silence
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booming rapid heartbeats
flushed cheeks
a deep ruby
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two marigolds
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dream in seeds
Mar-i-gold
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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