The orchids of the green house are being transported to those who love fragility with only beauty for protection.
They give off a glow from
their inflorescence.
They grow through the cracks in chaos,
mindless to the mayhem.
Inflorescence allday,all night
Heaven suspended from nowhere,like a spider building it's web in mid air.
There's an orchid on the kitchen table.
I think I'll go have a look at it.
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