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There is a place
a part of the world
where flowers grow
that have no scent.

Up in the arctic
but not so far up
that flowers
no longer grow.

They don’t need a scent
where they are
to attract bees and butterflies
because there aren’t any.

Yet still they grow
bright colours
in the green moss
there by the Great Slave Lake.

They are still flowers
beauty captured
in an instant
before they seed.

Seen among greenery
they shine brightly
never missing the buzzing
they have never known.

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