CMW (May 3,1946 / Manhattan, Kansas)

Divine Flowers (Alouette)

In a flower's velvet petals
There dwells a divine scent and hue
Soon a tiny creature settles
That will help pollinate a few.

We are blossoms of our dear God
Born each in colors of our kin.
It matters not our birth of sod
Neither the colors of our skin.

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If You Forget Me

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