Flower Fly
Breathe in,
can you taste the wind?
Can you hear the trees that call?
Can you understand what I’m trying to say?
Do you still believe at all?
Because smoke is there,
in the lion’s hair,
And it smells,
and it smells,
and it smells.
It smells so good that I touch my lips,
don’t be alarmed now.
The love that was there,
it still exists.
All of my beautiful misfits.
Understanding is an opinionated thing,
if you can think beyond.
Life is more than mathematics,
with things like pain and hate and love and bliss.
Eventually I think you’ll get it,
and I think that I might too.
But you best believe that life,
she is beautiful.
I know this to be true.
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