Poetic Response to "The Sound of the Hollyhocks"
Do you hear the flower sing
Under a sky both far and near
The hollyhock blooms late past spring
Loyal she is, she speaks, she hears
I wish I could listen more
Together in a field crisp and new
Rather than this cold steel floor
Her days are plenty, but mine are few
By C. Wang aka PeyPey
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