Greenflower

A sunflower grows in the melting blue of an ombré pot on the windowsill of my sunlit room. The suggestion of my supportive friends is advice I can attest to: It benefits a plant if you talk to it and sing to it, and whether it’s owed to the music of my voice, or the carbon dioxide brimming from my lips, I talk anyway, and I wonder if it would help me grow if I could hear You talk to me. My sunflower is more of a greenflower now, standing with only a foot’s height of pride, still lacking...

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