Don't Tell Anyone

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Don't tell anyone,
but I sold my soul to the wildflowers. 

I let their shades of indigo and

purple hues

devour what was left of me. 

I let myself roll down 

the dark green hills and let the grass' 

uneven edges prick my fingertips 

as they brushed through. 

Don't tell anyone, 

but I sold my soul to the golden beams

of sunlight fighting to shine through the 

small holes in the treetops. 

I let the humid air swirl around me

as the faint breeze touched my cheeks.

Don't tell anyone,

but I sold my soul to the fluffy white clouds

that looked as if they had been

painted onto the baby blue sky. 

I let the richness of the dark earth swallow me

and let the scrap-booked leaves 

crunch beneath me.

Don't tell anyone, 

but I sold my soul to mistiest of things,

to the dreamiest of things, 

to the brightest of things, 

to the greatest of things.

Don't tell anyone, 

but I sold my soul to the 

wildflowers.