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Let The Flowers Grow Again
I long for flowers
for their petals and scent
for their hint of passing
in yearn for lament
who has picked them?
who has cut their stems?
to vase them drowned, stone dead
to sprinkle, drift away in a sashay of tide
to drop as garlands
around bare feet
wary of the crush of fragrance
sometimes it rains
in my garden of flowers
that gives and takes
among the stakes and rows of stones
of broken and held promises
arrayed as receptacles
awaiting the honeybees
their enchanted direction
to string blooms
into insane
garland chains of
forget-me-knots
longing for
flowers long gone
in passing, a long time ago
now just daisies
everlasting
stringing along
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