
the flowers speak to me, through the trees, as
they caress the wind so lovingly, and
offer us a glimpse of what love
could beโฆ
nature advances past circumstance,
a human mind, relegated to
the back
beyond chance, and
destinies untoward advance
of a love
talked about for ages,
lived by sages, and ordinary folks
of all stagesโฆ
just like you and me, whispering through
the trees, past the winds, and to the
flowers kin, relating
the love
we feel withinโฆ
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