My Green Petals

At times
let us say in winter
I close myself away
to protect my heart
from the sharp edges
of your knife

But at times
let us say in summer
especially at noon
when as the warm sun
you hang high up
like a balloon
and your orange rays
cut through
my green petals
I shine
like a piece of rare metal

And these are times
mixed in a mish mash
of feelings
that are scattered
like these words
which I have the pleasure
to put into this poem
in a short
and precise size.

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