I saw a smile
on the face of the flowers
this morning,
as I stepped out the door
to welcome. the morning sun.
A stranger passed by
and said, 'Hello.'
It felt good.
I inhaled the air
and whiffed of its
fragrance.
I smiled back at the flowers,
knowing that today was mine...
and all the tomorrows...
If I wanted them.
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