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Jan 2019
FLOWERS,
speak with language of fragrances
and expressions of love that melt into endearing eyes.

THEY speak with little tickles
that turn into words infused inside breath.

FLOWERS deserve ones gratitude
inside a gentle breeze of a sunny day.
EACH paragraph can stand on its own or it can be read together. Came when pondering a flower. They are a sacred part of our earth
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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