The Bleeding Heart Plant
A bleeding heart
With a single drop
Falling from its sharpened point,
While strung on vines,
These fragile flowers,
Waiting for the rain's anoint.
Much like valentines
Swinging in the breeze
To a tribal drum unheard.
Hearts grown in a row
With fine curves and loops
By God's design is revered.
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