Flowers
Flowers
flowers awaken my senses
with pleasant breeze
think of a photographical
snapshot in BC
the aroma
raids the youthful haven
listening to the trees whistle
as they purge the droplets of lillys
bees seem envisioned with a circular motion
the petal drops
the desired motion
the constant rotation
the angular potion
the wistful incantation
Written tonuhalan13/04/06/Thurs.
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