The Posy

Sits sublime
Temporarily taute

A satisfying balm
Such eye-catching rot!

Such flagrant thirst!
Beckoning blushes

Beneath spry demeanor
Lies a pure poesy

Its life but a fleeting moment
Ever in search of roots.

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