soft pads of my fingertips tracing the muscles of your back
my palms wish to melt away your pain with their warmth
remind you of the glorious sunshine
relish in the power of chemistry
hoping intensity will rejuvenate
us, the cynics and non believers
many flowers have blossomed for you
but forever your seed drifts
hovering through the whipping winds
only for your seed to fall
once again...against the same earth
different place...
...same dirt
this annual shall fade like the rest
this seed has planted his heart
...on different soil
he just ventured out to see
...if the grass was greener
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