Chameleon
Hidden in flowers,
The chameleon mirrors,
Its vibrant neighbours,
Beauty incarnate,
From Aphrodite’s palate,
Thus rendered prosaic,
The lover’s corsage,
Versus only camouflage;
Imitated life,
It is said that the,
Highest form of compliment,
May be mimicry,
But I tire of being a chameleon.
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