paper cup flowers drown out my eyes
like neon lights streaming over the dullest streets
small and delicate, hiding a secret fear
will the wind blow them over?
will the rain drown their light?
there are tin foil trees falling down with the petals
their colors are of the brightest golds and greens
strong and reckless, but hiding a fault
why fear such beauty
when it has never been seen?
floating like mist we all tumble down
through highways of soot and pebbles and sand
they walk into our paths as we crawl through their own
but the end is rewarding
the end tastes so sweet
when a silver seedling
is what you meet
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