Blossom
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Rahman Henry
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All the flowers are but one. Varieties:
In eyes, mind, gardens or songs; And in printing.
[I did not mention camera; as because,
It's an eye, also printing. ]
And blows. Because, a tree itself
Stable fire; and
It wants to express this truth—
Those who don't blow— cryptogamous;
But, no way to call them as fireless—
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