You remind me of a sunflower.
Shiny and bright, as if all you do is emit a yellow-purple sunshine. Then a smile slowly carves itself on my lips every time I see you.
The pink tinge, coupled with a melange of colors on you. With your fruity fragrances, and the indulgences that make you beam even further.
With your garbled words that is a reflection of a working mind, and your neatly chalked out hopscotch boxes, you follow the setting sun in hope of a brighter moon.
I had to write this down not because I am lovesick. I write this note because when I become a grandmother, and sunflowers don't exist anymore, I'll still think of you more or less in the same light :)
3 comments:
I really pity your grandkids.
I pity you.
Nice.
Show some of this smartness on your posts.
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