Stalks
green and brown,
Long, short
or peeping down,
Each with a
shade of red in the face,
Emerging out
of a clear vase,
Tall ones
peering into the distant future,
Short ones are content
with gently giving present a nurture,
Drooping petals
weighed down by the thoughts,
Sleeping sepals,
on organizer of sorts,
Jointly they
sit on a conference table,
Separately,
they give wings to the capable.
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