me,
i don't know what plant I am,
but perhaps I like the idea of being a
Sequoia Purple Iris.
or maybe not a plant at all,
but a kind, bright cloud that slowly empties itself
to luminously moisten flowers
upon their beds.
or
maybe I want to be a silver lake surface that
kisses the sky with
deep margins of Aurora & moonlit cottons...
or maybe something impossible to forget,
like one petite wave tickling someone's toes
on a sun-soaked,
secluded shore.
but whatever i am,
i hope i am that and this of you;
the deeper part of a warm grin,
forever caught in the moment.
or maybe,
i just want to be your friend.




~Pamela








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