A field of Lunar flowers; a field of far off notions
Each delicate petal a secret emotion.
When they fall do they whither. Will they perish, will they rot as if interred?
Or bloom like watered seeds and nourish this Lunar world.
©Kwamè “Amir” H.
Illustration by Keira Hampton IG:@thebiblasianblerd
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