Silk stalk of a bulb, bloom
Covets the sweet sunshine and
Requires the splash of warmth
To beckon honeyed petals into exposure
Creeping into a valley of anticipation
In the crack of a door,
Blooms lose sight of home
While searching for new.
The new has no silver poison
And no danger of paralysis.
Whilst en route to "
Stems Crack "
However, Glory, overlook the
Early worm. The silver lining kills.
It comes early when petals are bare
To crack a could with a faulty snare.
Original photography and poetry by Erin Thomas
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