I never met a flower
that loves me not
blooming transients
eager for communion
colored visions
shimmering palettes
ones hued to many
to enchant me
scented languages
spoken elliptically
by silent tongues
to entice me
botanical magic
exquisitely wrought
by gods unknown
to shape my soul
humanness clarifies
among these blossoms
distilled into
a finer essence.
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