The Gaze

The gaze 

A dreamscape

Of petals 

Holding not emotion

But internal weather 

Of their own,

Grey to green

The frost

The thaws 

Speckled with

Desert heatwaves and 

Tropical storms. 

The gaze 

That makes all else 

Irrelevant

Unimaginable

Including the thorns. 

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