Bluebonnets
I am left empty
In a field of Bluebonnets
Whose roots reach for the salt of my eyes.
In a field of Bluebonnets
I lay,
Lay,
Lay.
Flowering hues of me turn Blue,
Smearing the sunshine yellow-oranges of my memories of you.
Flowering hues of me turn Blue
As I drift away on my bed of bonnets.
Tuesday 28th May 2024 12:21 am
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