The Flowers
By Ashley Raymond
Every time we meet, time slows down.
You remind me to breathe easy.
Inhaaaale, exhaaaale.
Inhaaaale, exhaaaale.
However, you aren’t for everybody.
The others try to snub you out.
You possess the power to unite.
So, our lights still spark;
we still breathe easy.
Inhaaaale, exhaaaale.
Inhaaaale, exhaaaale.
Green like the lawns that line our neighborhoods.
Buds bloom, popping up on every block.
Picked at peak time, flowers for a loved one.
Inhaaaale, exhaaaale.
Inhaaaale, exhaaaale
Everyone, breathe easy.
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