Let the Flowers Grow-Mystic
Let the flowers grow around Queen Anne’s lace,
As vanilla clouds simulate snowflake motifs.
This Wintering in Spring, amidst green leaves.
A red velvet garden of thorns and grace.
Let the flowers grow, strong; popped-button-proud;
Bright friends of sun’s bolster - deep ruby lips;
Rainshower-couture, like painted nail tips.
Deep, bountiful presence - silent, but loud.
Let the flowers grow, suddenly chosen
To be gathered in a wedding bouquet;
Or one by one, fragrant stems kissed on broadway.
Still, most remain, in season, unbroken.
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