Spread out like a rug
So weary from a day spent blossoming
And tending your nails
You lie upon your dreams and float like a cloud
The earth is anxious for morning
That once more it may witness
Your little daintiness’s
Your speckles of blue pink
As you weave in and out of your thoughts
Wondering whether you are a flower or not
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