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Sweet Flower

You gone have to let me go

let me pass you flying in wind

Don’t you remember plucking your first

dandelion and daffodil?

astonished in it’s beauty, revealing,

wanting to capture it still

still you plucked me from my roots

definite deliberations denoting I must have

grown just for you
sprung from Earth

God’s plan to marvel and please

yet you were unaware flowers flow with

the breeze

You must blow

must let my petals past your lips before I

let go
I wasn’t put here to do any favors