The vibrant purples, pinks, and reds
The fresh aroma of spring returning
The gnarly winter at long last dead
Stems submerged in crystal vases
Or routes in moistened floral foam
Lending life where life is fleeting
Intruding nature upon the home
Bouquets stand silent save for their scent
Nectar, pollen, irrelevant
From fairest creatures we desire increase
Some cut flowers for their beauty
But flowers are cut to wilt and rot
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