The Flowers



Flowers 
Are scooped up pages,
Petals in cupped hands
With writing we cannot see
But each stem holds
 A story from the Earth.
We give each other these words,
While saying something else.
I
Hope
The Flowers
Don't 
Mind.




Copyright LJ 2020

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