Dahlia

On a cloud, I lie rain-side down
Looking over valleys and rivers
Concrete cities and waving fields
Where the dahlia blooms
A deeper red than the sunset

Carpe Diem

Self-doubt has kept me at a snail’s pace
And the summer heat croons sleep
Yet these legs have walked miles to and fro;
One day I will not be able to run
And all wishing will be in vain
Berating myself, I think
What stays my hand today
When the world, still unfurled
Blooms ripe for picking?

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