Phalaenopsis

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Phalaenopsis

By b. flynn
 
what is it my love,
that overwhelms you so?
 
I hoped that with time
a new flower would grow.
 
I will find the sun.
I will bring you water. 
 
let me know your mind,
I will be no bother.
 
she has passed a year
showing no signs of life.
 
stripped of her petals
but still she is my wife.
 
white,
pink,
orange,
red,
from almost nothing, grows.
 
if our love survives
is one thing neither knows.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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