The system was so fragile
I fraternized anyways – so agile
The fragrance was as lilacs
Since I became so relaxed
Soon I could not stop the call
To the fragrance I sensed down the hall
They say to stop and smell the pretty flowers
How could I guess they held such power?
Yet, the format was always the same
And the arrangement never changed
They were always held in by wire
But even so, they still inspired
They were attractive to view and smell
I became entranced, but couldn’t tell
So smooth were the petals that spoke
And something inside was invoked
Truthfully, I could not deny their beauty
I’d cut that wire up in an awful hurry
And take those flowers home with me!
But there, they’d wilt, so I let them be…
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