by Mary E. Lowd
March 4,2021
Two flowers beside each other,
Without words or needs,
Swaying in the same breeze,
Shaded by the same clouds,
Glowing under the same sun—
This is companionship,
As simple as it comes.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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