Poems from FlowerF00d

I yearn For fields of yellow In rays, like ribbons wrapped around us, The hour sparkles gold No thoughts to think Only porcelain skin to...
More than being a language with diverse vocabulary associated to sounds, music is an instinct that flows from the human soul onto the...
It's interesting to have to even consider what my Village would be, considering I am supposed to be in a village. Yet, I find myself having...
Open windows down the block Happy homes with tender gardens Blue skies paint the air You'll see brush strokes if you stare Pass the picket...
To me, nothing quite spells out victory like a warm bath filling steam to the room. The suds for soaking worn heels from which we've...

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