The sunflowers have mouths
The grass is like razors.
Blue sky blinds, blows you out, however many times you go back to look.
The stars chase into your chest with your breath
People you meet tear off your skin.
Uncountable life sounds like screaming.
Great - “seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor does the the wind, and the sun and the rain.”
I don’t know what it means, but it made me think and wonder
Beautifully written.
Wow, you really understand poetry, very original!
Thank you @bluebutterfly
Yeah “Don’t fear the reaper” 
It’s meant as how life kills you with life
@Jinx its all a style I learned from my mums poetry which is so incredibly beautiful many many years ago
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