Flower child –

You bought a flower, carried it away with cupped slim-fingered love.
Orange petals from bile green stem and a terracotta holding-pen for the creature.
Watered root, escort to Sill Sun, no close crowd breathing upsetting photosynthesis, and gentle Bach lapped across a plant’s belly.
Halcyon days made almost a week seem long, until, Aphidian Proms-Promenaders, drawn by a love for The Brandenburg Concertos, soon turned an envy metaphor coloured child into a weeping rot and settled death.
Majesty of surprise, bleak.

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