she shines so bright

it buds beneath the fading sun

a flower, solely

washed by briny air

he comes to say hello, so faint it loses all conjecture

(eyes paint louder than the noise of crashing waves)

below the moon, the sun,

the stars, budding flowers

she basks in the holiest spot, greenest leaves – unmarked

hoping to remain

unnoticed

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