Blossom in the prime of her life
Stands out in the meadow
Every colour thats ever been
For a fleeting moment in the scheme of everything
Could I clip you and put you in a vase
Trap you crushed in a book I’d keep by my bed
Hold your stem in my teeth while I dance
Or watch bees fall asleep in the softest of petals
Your air bringing up memories of dreams I never knew I had
And be grateful to have walked that path of meadow
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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