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There Is an Orchid In My Room

It sits on a shelf unfolding

White blooms, like butterflies

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Emerging from a chrysalis

Opening soft, damp wings.

These petals stretching slowly,

Moving up, down, out

To find their fullness,

Are resurrection messengers,

Clear evidence of grandeur

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Coming from nothing that's apparent.