2nd Poest, Second Try!

I also take photos of flores.

Words that are close to flowers.

Flour, floor, flow, fluoresce.

And the resulting poem cake:

I found your flour just in time.
Four knuckles crack like ice transposed into the heart of the heat of our white-hot yellow sun.
Their shells are saved and soon, help young seeds flower.
The sun sits still inside my box.
The shine spawns fluorescence and whips up that fragrance.
Shot into space by sugary sponge filtered solar flares.

Whuddup, I hope I can start poesting more regularly. Have a good day everyone <3

Maybe it was just a bad post or the lack of bots, but here's to hoping that the lack of activity was because I posted it to "are" and not "poetry" :p