Who does not need flowers
Their beauty scares the weak
Not as decoration but as
Celestial beings embodied
Sometimes the most intelligent
Things in a room full of people
Yammering away
Their dignity is that
They come only so far
Into our world
Beauty can be
A bit of a scold
But finally all
She has to say to us
Is Bloom Bloom
For heaven's sake
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