The sun

When you came to me
You were wide open
Like a flower
And simple.
Now the shadows have cast
Lines and wrinkles on your petals and stems
Believing
It is all for the best.

When we remain in the wind
We are able to be caressed.

And later
You were other
Demanding
A new set of circumstances
A transition to another place
And I gave you one
Within my heart,
Temporarily, to breathe its perfume.
Lastly
To know me.



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