Bradley Flowers Biography

</>One could say:
There are petals for every flower
A record of moments
Every so many years
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There is an alluring feeling
The way the eyes sink low.
they touch to the lids- then shutter
The closed moments that feel like eternity.
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I Swayed beautifully and
I felt the colors once.
It was purple and violet.
I let shimmer and be gently quixotic.
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The bird that dives
the fish that flies
dinner drop and lost at shore
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There are pictures on walls

Some dirty, others blanketed and dusty.
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