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Pomegranate Flowers

Red and orange and also yellow, refusing to be pinned
The flower waves to all its hello, and sways within the wind

The flower won't be pinned
It sways within the wind 

Seeded apples, decorated, garnished by the beauty
A blossom highly under-rated, aroma sweet and fruity

A look and feel of beauty
A smell so sweet and fruity

Separated carefully, from the bough right there
Puts the flower gentle-ly, into his lover's hair

From the shrub right there
Into his lover's hair

Eight feet up they may reside, those pomegranate flowers
But higher still - it won't subside! - this love of theirs, it towers

Over trees and flowers
And higher their love towers 

The End

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