Blossoms
Floral blooms yield
A sacred field
Colours of spring
Now hurl and fling
A touch of joy
Funds nature's ploys
The bird on wing
That stops to sing
The green, green grass
In windy bask
Feel nature touch
With more and much
Blossoms tell tales
As thoughts unveil
Linger here well
Loiter fond tell
Here comes grand glow
In myriad flow
To know fine feel
Watch joy now heal
Leon Enriquez
23 December 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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