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Only a Geranium
It is only a geranium
blooms with steady scorches
unswerving loyal drizzles
and swells with glorious colours
that seldom waver to impressions
as one passes by
I am only there to contribute,
take from such beauty all that I can endure
and perhaps as I gain courage
seed a few more each weekend
until the mornings consist of fresh perceptions
captivating admiration
and if I need to escape,
walk out the back gate,
it is only because
I often forget to remind myself
it is only a geranium.
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