Flowers of flame line streets with familiar names.
Scarlet and yellow set against pubescent green,
royal in bearing and so called the same.
My heart rises at your sight and the kindling is set alight.
Sunny days warm my soul and leave a yearning for more.
Petals flutter to the pool and ripples set them askew.
The year is ending soon but still much to do.
Where has the time gone and where are we headed to?
In a glass house we sit, waiting, pretending
until the stone is thrown and shatters the wall.
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