I lie peacefully, the bees buzzing
above me, the trees swaying,
the flowers blooming.
One catches my eye,
the center of the crowd,
so strange this flower is,
that I forget all else.
So wonderful this flower is.
A wonder to me, the lightest
purple, but the darkest blue,
the stem rising into the sky,
holding it's head up in pride.
So strange as I say.
I remember that flower 'till
this day, were
I lie peacefully.
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