bouquet of love

fresh cut flowers

from her own garden-

seeds once scattered

to the wind

landing randomly on rich soil-

her toil and nature’s magic

combined, transformed

into the brightest of blooms

through rain and sunshine-

and as she parts with them

she gives a bit of herself

adorned in a burst of color

texture, scent and softness-

as if pieces of her heart

are in each petal-

as if pieces of her soul

are in each stem

sustaining beauty

fleeting as it may be-

yet in the giving

there is receiving

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