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Mimosa again

(In language of flowers, mimosa is conjuration of secret love: no one knows that I love you) A doe-eyed blue gaze, twirl of curly tress feisty air froth , fizz of golden champagne crystal glasses clink, her daisy print dress shimmering silver, all scrambled in brain. Cold ice melted, and love warmed up again. Mimosa kindled in yellow sweet scent memories cloud, ... ignorant , innocent. an empty ring finger, submersed in wine a secret love, never said what it meant till dusk I linger...she'll never be mine. 2nd Apri 2020 Sponsor Beth Evans Contest Name Delightful Dizains

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