Read My Lips |
Sun:
I rouse them from their sleep with gentle kisses. Their petals unfurl against my glare. I promise to always return. For they should never dread the dark. Boy: I envision the dimples that will illuminate her cheeks when the whiff of summer infuses her senses. Dainty buds always blossom with time. Husband: When she sniffs the sweet fragrance will the years of forgetting and empty silence become a distant blur? Can it buy us back our youth and erase the fine lines creased across our brows? Will it stand as a remembrance that life requires more than sunlight and water to really consider one alive?
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