An impious flower hung its head
During a brilliant sun-storm
Repeating all the while
There is no flower
There is no flower
-M. Taggart
Sent from my iPhone
An impious flower hung its head
During a brilliant sun-storm
Repeating all the while
There is no flower
There is no flower
-M. Taggart
Sent from my iPhone
mtaggartwriter 
You are so clever and expressive with these short poems Matt. I live this one. It makes me kind of sad though. Much meaning in this poem
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Thank you. I appreciate your thoughts. I’m sorry this brought a bit of sadness.
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Lovely
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Thank you
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The flower could not see what she was, only those looking on knew. Love it
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🙂
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