he
an iris
me an iris
too
my petals
black like opal
he
a soul
of mother pearl
me
my mouth
is opened wide
he
his iris
ready to strike
the
mystery inside
my nectar tunnels
moon
hangs low
Orion looks away
iris
i still
bloom in silence
he
an iris
too our lives
are
now divided
sun lit cold
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words less spoken 
Beautiful poem
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Thank you friend 🧡
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Of course. 🤓
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Oh, I like this very much!
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Thank you friend be extra extra blessed on this Sunday xo
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Welcome. You too!
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