Sun Chaser
i gave you
every star,
every single star,
in the sky
and wrapped
the moon in a blanket
of gray and black.
You just glanced,
unimpressed,
and asked for the sun.
“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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