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All standing in line
waiting to be collected
to be seed that sows.
Bright red yellow bloom
born out of the shadows womb
in this mornings blush.
A thousand flowers
are moved by random currents
falling in and out.
In darkened corners
growing in old fertile soil
a small flower longs.
My nature goes out
and in focus at random
changing with the wind.
Out of mother’s mud
a dark centered white flower
shines bright till it falls.
A flower decays
and appearing in free fall
now life disappears.
