5420 bluebell

We are all the planet’s playthings pairing off
and splitting up under the edge
in overtime.

Sometimes I think a bluebell can tip the scale.
Pluck it up and pocket it.
Wish it into luck.
Offer it up.

If the truth is in the root
where do our prayers go?

Only the stars can know.

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