The Indescribable...
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some colourful
some drab
some with fragrance
some with none
one a saint
one a sinner
once wealthy
once poor
at times high
at times low
today's flowers
tomorrows debris
whatever one may be
whoever one may be
breath connects all
as one and the same
ah, the hand of breath
that stirs and stops
in every nook and corner!
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