she wore flowers in her head

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you are the distant hills bathed in gold
the indelible web spun through stories untold
happy laughter that echoes in longish corridors
hazel eyes that capture myriad dreams
of silks in green and gurgling streams

if only i could be what i think iam
i wouldn’t search for you in mirrors at every turn

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…the flowers that find you.

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Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.