Beginning

A paintbrush
Drags itself
Across the dusty petals
Of a May bloom.
The Holder moves it
And lets it
Sprinkle the gathered
Faerie dust,
Shimmering in its wake
Onto the petals of
A sun gazer.
And life is started.

It takes a lot of courage to let the world,  or what minute portion of it is watching,  glimpse into the darkest corner of your soul. Anonymity protects me,  and yet, I am bared in front of you.  Please be kind in your words. 

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