We Bloom.

What she thinks
When she sinks
Into the skins
Of her lovers

What she discovers

When she looks
The other way

A tree with orange birds
An orange bird with blue and green colours

I see her in black and white
Sometimes

In purple
In yellow

In every rhyme

Sometimes

I am that lover

Sometimes
I discover

What no one has
No one will ever.

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