A Silly Little Thing
Pretty is for moon
and stars in crowds.
Cute is for rabbit
and bunny-shaped clouds.
Beautiful are things
that weaken one's knee.
And, sometimes, dear,
you are all three
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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