WORD

LEAF AFLOAT

My life is a snail trail of brokenness
where my dreams thirst for company of winds
but sting like a desert bee.
Wish I can tell you a story about a flower,
one that never dies
vampire plant, feeds on human blood,
It plucks today and come tomorrow again it does.
Broken but not rotten.

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