
Some flowers hold secrets
refrain from public debate
others are pushy spreading their charms
climbing for status
wallflowers wait to be asked
and roses demand adulation
painted in the abstract
flowers grow in the heart first
seeded by tales whispered around fires
tended with minds not entirely captured
the heart cross pollinates
garnering myth colour legend
patterns and dreams
seeds take root
gathering compost
honour integrity grit
stamina mulches
seedlings fragile rise strong
naked to rain
a waltz with wind
bird bee butterfly nuzzle
their little faces seek the Sun
holy mother mary
hearts creak open
a bouquet of bliss
snaps out of the magicians’ hand
How lovely, Sandra!
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