Sentient Bouquet

Child of mine

Bring me no flowers while yet I breathe

Glorious rainbow blooms..Godly made

Cut not tender roots

Sever no ties

Lest all die

Beloved Dear

Send me no roses

Prick no finger

In search of one perfect bud of red

Lest you cut all open hopes that grow

To wilting dead…

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