The Flowers Are Bright Today
The flowers are bright today.
They take on an ethereal glow.
They bloom in the flames of my tongue—
And then remain silent.
They give off joy from a sacred place.
Their fragrance shies away from contempt.
As dumb as trees, they speak a holy tongue.
Noise has no sway with their beauty.
They employ no mask to obfuscate dawn.
They seek no retribution in the storm.
They bend as needed—
Not to a dictator but to their Liberator.
In the fires of eternity, they sing eternally.
They rock their love in the equation
Where humankind wishes to exist.
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