Sometimes…a Sunflower


Sometimes the cost is a sunflower.

Sometimes a sun shower.

Mostly, the reckoning is the shaping of my soul.

A worded…camouflaged whole.

It is in the playing of Life…and, cheating from start.

Interference of the apple cart…

A friend I have never met…talking in blue…

Painting in black…minus the hue…

The times of me needed…you.

Not always giving up…but considering…the giving in.

Rooting around in the cellar of mistrust.

The habitual fanning of confusion.

The, at any age, dilemma…

The need for serenity transfusion.

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