Like the rustic orchid
Sitting in a bronzed valley of
Decaying land
Bowing
Looking at footprints left by dusty bear children's feet
After they've playes with the secrect runes.
Despite their laughing
Their pointing ways
Never did the acidic orchid believe
It would sit
Alone
In the dark shadows
Of the night.
28th September, Chloé Davies.
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