Pray Over Petals

What state of gilded grace
Sets itself apart from commonplace
When does a hug turn to an embrace
When does familiar become part of a face

And who are you to say you’re not
Someone else’s favorite spot
The first to their mind of all they’ve got
Or, mayhaps, just not yet…
But they pray over petals, “she loves me, she loves me not…”

Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

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