If flowers had voice
they'd dazzle
you to visions
of a rainbow
cast upon the horizon's edge,
where equality
isn't just in a tempo mirage
in time lapse amidst
the same sex gender
but a unity
amongst the gender divide
and the rainbow would shimmer
and glimmer a spark of insight
to a union of peace
without the divide
as the candles scent wafts
its way upwards towards the sky
as if there were no roof
to a heart shaped box of a home
where all heart beats
staccato rhythms
to soothe
out and in but amplify
it to a smell like teens spirit
for a future they'll commandeer
from there parents
towards a straight line lineage
to a realized greater hopes
and dreams along
the astral plane
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