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Fields of endless flourish
Twisting, fluttering, dancing
Vivid covers on green
Could see no more than all.
No camera needed, to seal the painting
Lone figure, upon the sea
Upon the flourish
Swaying, melting, into the photo.
Edges unevenly ripped
But the flower still
true, solid, alone,
like it ever was, ever will be.
Truth from the world
Fragile as it ever was
But different,
If it’s believed in with everything.