I walk among flowers
everywhere i go I watch them reach towards the sky Every petal wants to dance with the sun I smell them I count their colors I even touch them Tell them they are beautiful. I don't pluck them - I never do I paint them though I wear them as prints on my dresses - Red ones, white ones, yellow and blue. They are better of in the gardens
and fields; I think Where they can grow and feel the wind. I walk among the flowers on my street Tall and bold you stand at the gates to
my home Soily eyes and cloudy skys with tons of flowers in your smiles The prettiest bouquet in all of the land Peonies and lillies and white roses and red Something blue and Sunflowers too All my favourites
abundantly layed out for me Maybe I'll ask my grandmother for a vase.

By Jóna Livarsdóttir Nysted

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