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It is a very human thing
To imagine that
We can rule time
With words…
Days, weeks,
Months, seasons…
September.
Autumn.
Flowers are much
Much wiser…
They just wait
For the sun to rise,
And if it is warm enough…
They bloom.
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Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a late summer, white flower bloom.
Love your poem Cranny
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