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Flowers I Wonder

what is a flower? given as a gift does it mean something? or is it just pretty gesture a gift of a flower fills us with joy, as we watch it slowly die over days does this make us happy? it does seem strange when i rearrange them petals falling i sense a waste for this flower could be outside ,full of life nectar for bees and birds and full of color i think the real beauty of a flower is outside ,in the moons power i can sit and watch it grow, full of life or sit inside and watch it struggle cut by a knife its my choice i say let it give life to the bee,and the bird watch the cycle continue not end on a kitchen table.

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Book: Shattered Sighs