Golden
June 4, 2016
In the woods,
there once stood
a flower of golden petals.
The sun, it glowed
onto its thrown
of grassy green.
As it glistened,
I silently listened
to the birds chirping in the trees.
Losing track of time,
I started to unwind
into the depths of the ground.
I stayed there quiet
right beside it
in a peaceful state.
And as time passed,
I finally formed at last
into a flower of golden petals.
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