what don't
they say, or can't say,
these flowers.
i'm sorry,
I love you, farewell.
they speak beyond words
the day
we're in.
the day we celebrate
or mourn.
bring me red roses.
pink,
white with yellow
fringe.
bring me a garden
of flowers,
a simple vase
with one,
and say nothing.
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