249. FAKE SONNET 11.7.16

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my cosmos are so beautiful
and always thankful
even broken by harsh winds
cut and pinned
smiling even in a vase
happy in a glass
I love my flowers
and can watch them for hours
imagine them living free somewhere
as they want to do also here
running to the meadow
and struggling with grass and shadows
being so tiny and vulnerable
and yet so comfortable


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