Flowers
Like drops of paint on a painter’s easel
Resting quietly, patiently among others
To gently decorate the canvas;
Like soft silk folds of a lady’s dress
Pooling out, freshly washed,
With a hint of sweet perfume;
Like a cluster of warm, new colors
Gathered in the glowing sunrise,
Bringing the fragrance of a brand new day;
Like velvety scraps of a doll maker’s cloth
Like the sweet soft blush on children’s cheeks
Like the smile of sunshine welcoming spring
Copyright © Rosy Love | Year Posted 2013
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