
We used to be seven
My curls used to be sunshine
Colored
You used to be stubborn
Naive stubborn.
The powder used to hit our knees
On the days
When we could eat lunch in four bites
It’s:
twisted
crinkled like
the leaves
they’re frail now,
on the edge
of not there.
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feverishly
There are days when I fall asleep wondering about the line between stupid and brave.
Brave
Is a hero rushing into battle
Ready to fight
For their passion
Stupid
Is a hero rushing into battle
Comments
I love how the focus stays on the sparkler, with the contrast from the trees and sky behind it. The sparks coming off remind me of dandelion seeds!
Thank you! They do kind of look like dandelion seeds!
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