I Am.

My leaves are blue,

My petals are green,

My stem is red,

And do you know that my flowers are unseen,

Do you know how young I am?

The same is myself,

The leaves are my wishes.

My flowers are my genes,

The air passes around and it whispers “you are fair”.

I don’t like to be fair.

I like to blow that air, which doesn’t say I am beautiful,

You will see me very soon, very soon, very soon.


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