I’m drawing roses for you

encased in
different
shades of
Blushing.

I’m curling
my petals
for you;

blooming
towards
Your sun.

Walking
the trails
To learn

a botany of
future sight.

—-

The cards

spill your
secrets

They slip
under my
eyes locked
down asleep.

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