Theresa Ann Moore
Accidental Florist - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Influences are numerous and unmistakable.
A bump or a glance is strangely unshakeable.
Occurrences happen continuously each day.
Each stem and petal creates a floral bouquet.
Gathering is involuntary; retaining is selective.
What you hold in your hand is totally reflective.
Each blossom or weed has a resemblance to you.
The long lasting fragrance is impossible to undo.
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