Flowers in the pots

My love is flowers in the pots
Write camomiles, forget-me-nots.
Love is the world in yellow tones,
Bits of the heart, thrills in the bones.

To breath is love, to see is love,
To lose, by accident, a glove.
To fake is love, to lought is love,
To be Below, to be Above.


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