The sigh of a flower
from leaf to leaf
on to the leap years
the differences of dawn
a sudden bend.
the flowers lost.
the last sigh.
The black shadow
nothing's lost.
but the root's grow
as each day explicable
come's again.
gone with the green
toward the start
from flower to flower
to the start.
The Blossoms.The Hibiscus.
I smiled So.
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