First the pot, then the flower.
An apple was it not,
or then maybe a flower.
Bare fruit it did,
then.
Doe'th one plant a flower,
to preserve a life.
The first fruit, doe'th,
it become?
Brought forth first,
knowledge.
Then eternal life.
This the choice,
a flower thus plant,
to then the cure.
Then more they whole,
once more again .
To thus a family,
tobe the more.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.