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"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out Poetry" Muriel Rukeyser
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Flowers
She stumbled upon them in deep grass
two flowers blooming
Bright petals hidden
in plain view
Her never knowing how they grew
What seeds were planted
and when
Unbeknownst to her
yet
blending in
"ellecee"
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