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Picture Prompt Poetry IV
Sometimes, dreams can become scorched sun flower,
We burn too hot and snuff our gun, flower.
We crave for light but can’t handle the heat
Darkness exchanged in place of a ton flower
The tapestry of an amateur art
Colours that once looked like fun flower
Of yellow, to orange, and then to black
A trilogy about a won flower
I, Vera, once craved for beauty and sunshine
This story is about that one flower.
Vera