“I will filter back into the flower foils:
Back into the specks of light,
That sprinkle the wet morning.
When sunlight broke new,
Lighting up the tips of dewy pine needles.
Waving gently and welcoming me in.
Into the mysteries of the the under side,
Back to the buds of blooming.
A new flower in the field.
Touching dark soil.
That blanketed me until,
I was ready to look down at her.
Backwards into the movements of no movements.
A split reel,
Played so many times.
That it was stripped from my memory.
Could grow in the flower field again.
Pulling up alongside the others.
But colors changing.
Dew drops will fall again,
From a fragile petal face.
Watching some too soon,
I will go back to the flower foils someday.
And wave in the wind with my madness.
You will know me.
Multicolored and unusually bright and budding.
Towards the light.”
Written by Lucia Sullivan copy right 2018 all rights reserved
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I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.
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