You - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Bouquets of yellow roses,
And fallen petals of daisies.
Glass jars of different colored tulips,
And table tops of pansies.
Your inside being, your very being,
Holds these flowers abundant.
It holds these flowers all over it.
You are a bunch of flowers you see.
You are these flowers,
And these flowers are you.
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