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Spring Flowers

Smell like day, taste like night.
The green like steam lies in the ground as if its never been touched.

The purity seek when it dies.
But the inside is still rich.
The honey smell on the surface.

Spring flowers they don't die,
they live like no tomorrow.
They feel like no sanity I've felt.

The colors drive me crazy.
The shape calms me down.

I lie their and say spring flowers spring flowers.



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DanielM said...
Jun. 1, 2012 at 8:22 pm
Wow that was good. I really liked your beggining. My only sugesstion is maybe expanded on the part the first stanza on the second paragraph "the purity seek when it dies" maybe expand more in like another poem or in this poem. Keep it up
 
starzforever replied...
Jun. 1, 2012 at 8:43 pm
thank you so much this is exacly wat i want to hear i want people to be honest with me thnx so much.
 
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