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Crimson like, standing haughtily, leaning to the plain, white wall. I never really feed you-- yet, you grow. Prospering and flowering... you're the flower from Paradise. Many times since a child I've conspired with you Plucking your leaves immersing them in water You have provided me with security You helped me grow. Now you're everywhere-- I made sure that. Sight for sore eyes... bloody red and dark green. You always bring halcyon memories You were my first flower. Fervid flower you are I've had jasmines and roses But you, fresh-scented ev'ry morning entice me more. (30-03-1999) |
