dusk

Nodding orangeheads droop at nightfall to smile up bloomingly at the morningwarm sun’s blueskied waltz.

A braid of thorns, greenly unjesused, rises from fertile potdirt.

A terrible tyke smilingtoothed leathersoles after a bright blue ball.

The cavern of my mind is aglow with a shesmile that makes my heartstrings thrum with alivemaking delight.

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