Cinnamon Dreams

A poem about the uncertainties of life…
The flower in its cupped hands
Clasps the seeds
Of life unknown

Tomorrow sleeps snug
Curled in a cinnamon dream

The hummingbird and the bumblebee tumble
And dip their lips to lick
The sunshine sweet

The inky pink petals flutter
Despair like feathers on a duster

The dream can be nipped
Snipped with a scissors’ clip
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