Welcome to My life in the shadows
CORN FLOWERS
When your eyes see beyond
This winter world,
Where no face
Resembles mid July’s
Sunflowers,
Or hears
Sounds of wind
Whispering through corn stalks,
Tall, and green
Watching bees thrust themselves
Into the towering heights
In search of something sweet
Fit for their Queen
Where no thought
Of sugar dreams
Rested before.
uTAH jAY
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