Petals peel back gently, with kind caresses.
Some fall aways voluntarily.
The fragil folds
Hold a heart glimmering gold.
Whispered words
Bring gusts that send its glitter sailing.
In the shimmering sun, pollen shines with hope--
Of life begun anew, love that's true.
Where winds wander
I can only ponder.
This I know--
The flower has found its purpose.
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