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"The Language of Flowers"Flowers possess no spoken word. A language uniting and yet unheard. Bridging barriers and binding space, Reaching the essence of our human race. A gift in balance of nature's thrill. A bouquet of promise, love and goodwill. Enhancing pleasure and easing pain. Endearing yet sensual, to us remain. Expressing joy in radiant bloom. Transcending time. A comfort in gloom. Healing the body, repairing the Being. Mending a heart when anger needs freeing. Encompassing peace and brightening the day. Profound in beauty and willing to say Whatever we feel, for they hold the powers. Blessed with a language unique to the flowers. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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