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Paula Vasquez Poem
Those silent flowers, they swell. Setting sun, open hand, clasp one by one, exposing none. Blooming figures, constrained, slight stems, Oh so fragile, resigned, alluring blend. Winds rock, gusts scream. Fragmented petals drift side by side like their swan they say goodbye. Until soft breezes, lukewarm skies, begets the silent flowers rise
Copyright © Paula Vasquez | Year Posted 2021
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