Platonic: Hexahedron

Platonic: Hexahedron

Humor me, if you could When I propose this cliché Of golden hair falling Like pure sunlight From a clear blue-eyed sky Even unknowing Prompting the plants to grow; Imagine, silly as it might seem, That I am a hint of green Encouraged to emerge By your distant warmth.

If I could say these things And do justice to you, I would. And yet, While the image is worn, I’ll set the rest of this scene In the hopes that you’ll notice What sets you apart From any other ray.

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