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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 28, 2018

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Submitted: January 27, 2018



Walking in the meadow unable to see me.

A shadow of sunflowers surrounds my being.

Standing on the flowers in a cloak called a domino.

For hours.

A certain amount of people can see me in such darkness.

Many believe I’m heartless.

They’ve analyzed incorrectly.

Unable to percept me directly.

Gently silently waiting, acting quietly politely, a reason for being.

I’m seeing movements.

Only loved ones can capture my improvements.

I feel sad as nobody notices.

It doesn’t matter maybe the motive is better on this side.

It may feel as nobody cares.

But, only your true loved ones care to repair a tear.

And if they’ve contradicted you there is light even in the darkest of airs.

They must equip the lens to see my true side, so they can understand my reason for being.

The window is deeper than what the flowers appear.

We grow and change.

This life can hydrate us, or it can dry us.

We must remember to continue to live following our roots.

Trust our personality and instincts.

It may feel unknown but maybe it’s better for all of us to grow.

This side of me has tranquility.

Put the lens on, as I'm in the state of invisibility.


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