Sane
Oh, dear bloom, open
Up your color— rather than
Recoil around your
Own inner design.
Let them climb; up your shaking
Stem— to gather you
In a pool of arms;
For flowers snap, if they do
Not give in to thirst.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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