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Jealousy

2009 January 30
by Anne Heraghty
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Softly Reaching Upward

A fine flower
knows no hour of discolor
no shaky state on distasteful soil
her only toil to be fragrant
with supple round petals
softly reaching upward
against the ashen sky.

from → Anne Heraghty, Poetry

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