Silently mellow
 Like a mellifluous flower
 That stands tall
 Facing the silky bushes.

 My trainers are too small,
 My feet do not want to obey,
 And amongst all the shrubbery
 A pansy tickles my ankles.

 I want to shout,
 He wants to cry,
 Relieved
 That he is no longer
 Lost in his deranged speech.

 Forever flowery.
 Facing the bushes.
 Silently mellow.

 It wonderfully tickles
 like a thorny rose,
 and I resist.
 My soul finds solace
 That a restful place
 He finally encountered
 During his languid sleep.

 Meandering along
 He picked an olive tree
 the seeds of which he’d planted.
 Enjoy the soft caress of your pillow.

 Silently mellow
 Like a mellifluous flower
 That stands tall
 Facing the silky bushes.

 I stand up,
 I flounder
 With an unimaginable desire
 To wildly burst open
 Like a blooming fish.

 I can’t scape,
 I will jump
 Into the nearest puddle.
 Bubbles come and go.

 Forever flowery.
 Silently mellow.
 Meandering along
 He picked an olive tree
 the seeds of which he’d planted.

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