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Bloom daily. They open at the crack of dawn Wide and purple They turn to each other and to the sun Reach up, out to the garden below They are gentle and strong but they don't last Grown weary in the sun, they close wilted and white, grasping at the last pink pigment as it fades By 2 o'clock today, they've shriveled and closed But they will reopen tomorrow and perhaps last a little longer then
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
The flowers on my porch
Bloom daily. They open at the crack of dawn Wide and purple They turn to each other and to the sun Reach up, out to the garden below They are gentle and strong but they don't last Grown weary in the sun, they close wilted and white, grasping at the last pink pigment as it fades By 2 o'clock today, they've shriveled and closed But they will reopen tomorrow and perhaps last a little longer then
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
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