..
,
love me,
…love
……..me
…..not,
but
petal me something
more than this one
falling thought caught
by
wayward
………………be(e).
..
for NaPoWriMo, day 8.
..
,
love me,
…love
……..me
…..not,
but
petal me something
more than this one
falling thought caught
by
wayward
………………be(e).
..
for NaPoWriMo, day 8.
This just welcomes spring into my heart!
Wonderful way of using the form to incite hidden meanings. I could see both great desire, a want, a claim, a blooming identity, but also a cascade of what was wilted that was mandatory to start its descent towards the ground.
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