Purple Hyacinths
- Briana, The Magical Blue Dragon
- Feb 6
- 1 min read
How did I get here
among these Purple Hyacinths,
wrapped around each cursive letter...
though they weren't there before?
Since when did grow
these Purple Hyacinths-
from my chest
as I read each word
when no flower bloomed before?
Why does the mirror show
a crown of Purple Hyacinths above my brow,
made by youthful hands
and bestowed onto me-
yet no one else is around?
These Purple Hyacinths
are all I could offer,
but I dare not give them now.
Still, they blossom,
taking over until all that's left
are Purple Hyacinths-
where once stood my form.
Written on 5/9/24
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