bud

To wake from your sleep

With groggy, foggy eyes

And to know of what you dream

'T is something you keep.

 

To wake from your daze

Listening to the voices

I notice those faces

Hold close to your bosom, these days.

 

To recollect the memories

To reminisce those friends,

In winter white sugar

Waiting for spring blooming as

Summer suns beat down on

The remainder of autumn leaves.

 

I saw these small things

Like the daisies among weeds.

I know those small things

Like summer nights in backyards.

Unbothered by the coming storm,

Undeterred by the higher powers of self-proclaimed kings,

Unaltered by the sheepskin covered thoughts.

 

I have grown to become

The peony among those creepy Jenny's

Where I was once a bud.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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