Flower
My mind is a blank canvas sitting on an easel in the dark
It’s quiet, there are no lights, no movements, no sound
Then I see a spark and then a splash of color,
Then I hear a soft low whistling sound
Then on ma canvas appears the most beautiful flower
With leaves of emerald and blossoms of amber
Then the sky is colored in so bright and clear
Then a tickle of my nose caused by wondering dander
My eyes open and my beautiful flower is you standing there.
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