Niall Limelaw


Flourish

Soft as lunar brush upon a tide
And mortal as the sun's gay pride
And fragile, oh as delicate as a promise whisper'd
How swell the petals, you a-rose

For you are more fraught with fragility
Veins like cracks run through you
Who swell and burst as a river's banks are breached
Engorged and plump on the promises of spring.

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