Hair grows out of flowers
To bring a bolder scent
We breath to imagine
Children reminiscent
Each leaf waters the hair
With a fragile flow
We touch to feel
Alive beauty paw
Stem is proud and rigid
Holds pestle strongly
We fetch to give
Iridescence to holy
We swap and replace
Beauty and dance
Of scent and embellishment
Sunrise sunset romance
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