Why Flowers?

Painted flowers
clumsy clusters of color
some almost childlike
others drooping
from the heavy hand
that formed them

Fake flowers
a cold constructed
bouquet
worse than dead
no scent
to tempt me in

Imitations of life
with none of the
beautiful mistakes
of nature

Give me a living rose
to prick my finger upon
I prefer the pain of reality

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