Flowers
Flowers forming on hills kissed by the rain
Their colors make a rusty golden glow
The bees love the taste of their every grain
From their pretty petals, their sweet saps flow
The dew quenches the drought of their longin'
Like showers of kisses from up above
The sun makes a silver shine on their skin
Beaming brightly like the gleam of true love
In the evening, charm of their sweet scents soar
Like a potion of love that brings delight
The hearts that sense them want to ask for more
They're like lights with faint beams but burning bright
Their beauty brings a shimmering amber
To the busted hearts that lay in somber
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