THE NEARLY FALLEN FLOWER

SHE IS A PRETTY ONE TO SEE.
BUMBLING, BUZZING, BUZZY THAT BEE
MANY SHADES OF LIGHT, OH, SO TO OUR DELIGHT
PROVIDING HONEY FOR THE MULTITUDES OF DESIRE
IN ESQUIRE, HER MUSIC, FLOWING LIKE SOME CHOIR
AN ORCHAD, A LILLY, HOW SILLY
WORKING WITH DISPLAY OF IRESSISATABLE EFFORT
SHE PULLS HER CARDS, NOTHING TO DISCARD
A FACE OF FOOLING
LEFT FOR THOSE WHO CHALLENGE ARE GROOLING
IN THE MIST, THE SHADOWS OF PASSIONS OF THE INTERNAL NEEDS FORCOMING AND NEVER TOLD
THE WIND FORCES OVERCOMING THEIR STRENGTH TO HER DIRECTIONS
SHE CANNOT RESIST, SHE FALLS, EMBLISSED, FADING SHE FLOATS
LYING ON EARTH AS MOTIONLESS IN THE HELPLESS NEEDS OF NO MORE
A RUSH OF LIGHT, IN HOPE, IN THE STRUGGLE
TUGGLE SHE DOES, SHE WAKES
ANOTHER CHANCE
WE SHALL PRANCE AGAIN.
TO BLOOM ANOTHER WAKE AND BLOSSOM A PRETTY ROOT IN THE SUNSHINE DEWDROP ON A SPARKLING MORNING STREAM
A MOUNTAIN IS CLIMBED, THE RISE THE RUN, AS NEVER BEEN DONE
WE LIVE ON, ANOTHER PASSION, ANOTHER CHANCE
FOR IN LIFE WE FALL
EMBEDDED, SPROUTING, WARMTH PROVIDES
EVERY PETTLE, EVERY POLLEN, BORN IS NEW
TO THE GLORY OF REGENERATIONS OF THE REST SUCCUMBING
TO YOU I SAY THIS INDEED, YOUR NEED, CONTINUE ON
NEVER TO BE GONE

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