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Sep 2016
Blooms are my favorite things
The way they spread open
by sun or moonlight
How they are laid out
at weddings and funerals
I keep them domestic on the diner table
And wild in the yard,
where I had spread wild flower seeds.

Anemone,
Blooms so numerous
that rivers run red.
skaldspiller
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