a flower is like life itself
from a seed struggling
toward the light
to its unfolding
its unfurling
its blooming
and its petals
vibrant and vulnerable
fragile and fragrant
may fall away slowly
or be blown away
in a sudden passing storm
but its courageous growth
the beauty of its form
its inexplicable perfume
its mysterious heart
and all its glorious colour
once seen, touched and breathed
are rendered immortal
by cherished memories
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