Elder are some flowers
With a wise so white
And their bend so southern
With soft winks to their nears
With a pulled down kiss to their sistren
Garden-fresh are some blooms
Their visage so flushed
Petals crinkled with sudden laughter
Spotting days with fragrance
Cooping up to dot brightly
A family bouquet
Wow!
ReplyDeleteVery well written Viki!