We made a flower
A petal moulded from every gentle touch
And over every shape and hue
We said a little prayer
We prayed that no bad wind
Uttered through clumsy word
would blow the petals away
I almost dare not speak
But will my thoughts to reach you
Through some safer route
Along breath filtered along the stem
Of a soft scented rose
maggie oke
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