I swam into a dreamlike garden at the land of Phobos. Blue, pink and white Hydrangeas feel like wet silk upon touch.
For tulips, showtime has long started - sea of white bulbs punctuates the land, reaching for the sky.
A dragonfly is happily tapping it's toes on to a yellow flower.
A daily visit of the devil's darning needle, maybe.
Sun kisses the silk petals, wind blews and pollens shower a bunch. I go along with my peers, dancing into the rhythm of the wind.
In the middle, a pond awaits those who are tired. We passed by to rest. I face my reflection and took a glance to the patterns nature cherish.
My patterns, my friends patterns. Brown, white, yellow, red, orange and blue.
These iridescent colors paint our wings.
this is a poem I have written year 2024
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