Yet They Smell Disparate
pain and anguish pours through the heart
when they compare thy art;
smiling across the lament
when they snub your latent talent,
they cannot procure the nectar
by peeling petal by petal
sepal by sepal,
can only be snuck up by a bee.
All are bright consummate flowers
yet they smell disparate.
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