In All Its Glory

Written by: LEON WILSON

A tapestry of colors collide
The blues the pinks nestles besides the yellows
Outside the porch the rose it climbs so high
It oversees the blooms so bright
The gentle breeze disturb the scent
Causes a reaction of just content
Each bloom stands proud in all its glory
A tapestry there before me.










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