Blooming brain…petal faced.

Each minute of each day, I write words for I have something to say. Ask me not how? Or why? I see light in shades of petals. Blooming out of a cerebral surge. The words I frame are a purge. Forever seeking, filling the urge…petals cloud my eyes of faces I see.Each a bloom, and I, a buzzing bee…

Come closer, have a read. See the colors I paint for thee.

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