Poetry

Lost in the Disarray of Thorns and Vines

lost in the disarray of thorns and vines

a wallflower

that clings desperately on the sidelines

shy and taciturn

as the sun subsides

and the moon rises to sit

on her purple kingdom of the night sky

I close my petals

and pray for the yellow and orange hues

of the familair.

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