The vibrant tones bring me back
Reliving springs previous
A warm yet gentle embrace
Poppies dance among the hillside
Yellows and oranges intertwining
Captivating me
I close my eyes and smile
Internalizing the sunshine
So long lost
Amidst the grey
Days became months
Growth brought pain
Blending and accepting
Two selves
A false contradiction
Black and white
Masculine and feminine
Soul and body
Landing in the middle
I reject the binary
And admire the gradient
New life, emotions, and words
Arise from within me
A colorful fusion
I start to dance with the poppies
Surrendering to the cycle
Losing and becoming
About the Creator
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