Ode To a Flower
From her fertile white pedals
Rose sways her hips
Ten feet tall
Her flowers fall
On peat and sand
Taking root in my willing hand
Her roots
Fire my combustible carbon
And I see diamonds in her eyes
I was long in this winter's chill
A wistful dry fruit
Awaiting propagation
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