Gymea Lilies

By | 4 February 2025

Pungent afterthoughts
of power, star-encrusted streets.

At the core of the rainstorm,
the heart of the flower.

Your highnesses
clump like scruffy planets.

Erupt, secrete
at the jesting distance.

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