Flowers bleeding in the noiseless wind,
Tree tops reaching, reaching for the flawless, clear cerulean sky
Dotted with joyful lights and bright dreams
Of summer days- cartwheels in the dandelions and jumping in the sandy ocean-
Filled with oyster shells and lobster claws
Scraping and scratching my skin-
Seashell cuts and explosive waves.
Fall comes, and rips my heart- blood drips, drips to the crumpled leaves.
They hurt and push my soul out, until the snowflakes come, wash me away,
And I am empty- then spring appears and fills me again,
With tulips and daisies- shattered.
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