8/25/2025 for Let The Flowers Grow Poetry Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours with her little dolls and her crayon box. She drew lonely princesses in towers, hummed to herself, pulled up her socks, and sketched a field of colorful flowers. The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze. She wondered, would it be as she had feared - this would be one of those sad, hollow days. Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared, as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.
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