Innocent Thief

May 14, 2012
By JaeMo GOLD, Paramount, California
JaeMo GOLD, Paramount, California
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In the open-air, breeze blows softly
I was unfamiliar to the world
Running among the breathing earth
I was 5 summers old
I discovered a Savannah of pink petals
I felt their tender gift
Their hue was fair crimson
A saccharine aftertaste
With a sentimental aroma
Birds seem seraphs hovering over heaven
With a soothing melody that warmed my heart
Painted pink petals paired to form a fair flower
I took the role of a bee
I stole their nectar-


The author's comments:
I described the sense that I experienced as a child when tasting flowers.

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