The pot the flower we grew
within we recognize
not in time this pot
still is there for all to see
magnificent flowers
pass among them
there fragrance
will none so recognize
for the power of scent
known can redo
What was done it still blossoms
unto you passer by deep breath
taste yet the petals still sweat
with the blossom in you
that was there when I left
Do you even know how hard
the petal of a rose to bloom in
Sheree lime stone
Blessed please for get not
What about the strawberry's?
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