floret

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siete

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she seals a cherry blossom kiss
on the serene petals ─
dewy and divine,
a child of the silver moon,
tangerine lips that taste like candy :
she sings, like the cherubs
with golden harps.

she breathes subtly as
the peachy twilight
bathes her burnt caramel skin,
the azure horizon smiles at her
when she plants seedlings
into the blistered earth.

she closes her ember eyes
and savours the syrupy plum,
the midnight sun casts
an immaculate glow
on her auburn curls :
and she wonders, if she is
exasperated or, simply living
a nectarine daydream.

── flower girl.

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a/n : is this my favorite? oh yes. :)

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