Particle of dust turned into gold.

Dear Life,

I should, I would, I could peer into mirroring eyes

Unlock an image of myself.

A few gentle petals beneath the splendor of light 

Like a sunflower turning its head

Colouring with red my burning lips and my cheeks.

 

 

 

 

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