Sappho Floral Co.

Flowers for The Sapphics,

Yearners, Butches

and Poets.

Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,

Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow —

Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it til now.

Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,

Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,

Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.

Sappho

sapphofloral@gmail.com

0490043413

Naarm, 3099

Victoria

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