He ate flowers. this mentally challenged boy from the countryside I used to watch him in the fields when I visited my grandparents as a kid He was like an exotic thing a wild beast chasing static pray They had no chance, the flowers he would assault them with a killer’s smile, frothing, and […]
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Daydreaming as a profession 
The imagery used in the poem is very prominent! Good work 🙂
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(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Thank you!
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Wow. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
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(･◡･)ﾉ Thanks!
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Incredible piece, Bogdan. The wishful thinking at the end was a perfect touch.
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Thanks ʘ‿ʘ
It’s an older poem and I tried to tone down on violence. Much is left to interpretation.
Otherwise I’d have to straight up say that the boy who ate flowers scalped a little girl with flowers in her hair…
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😂😂. I must say, the violence is your trademark, but you did really well to leave it open to imagination.
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an enchanting well -told story with a killer ending 🙂
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(๑*ᗜ*) Thank you!
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Amazing imagery… Such a marvelous ending. Loved it, great piece 😊🌹
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Thank you ٩(･ิᴗ･ิ๑)۶
Glad you liked the ending 🙂
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You clearly specialize in micro fiction and your detailing is spot on, with a twist that feels earned. I hope you write screenplays too soon.
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Thanks (=^ェ^=)
I hope so too 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WITH A FLORAL MORAL-?
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Absolutely!
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😀
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