Monologue With a Flare - I Sting
Flowers blooming all around my vivid eyes
I surround myself with my beauteous gardens
The sun rises - it's morn such beautiful skies
I am swarmed - my imagination runs clear
In my mind the petals infatuate my face
Lingering on - the aroma, the scents I trace
I build memories for my most precious sight
And it beams - the sun sheds radiant light
The hues ever so prominent - the colors pretty
Velvety reds of the beautiful rose with thorn
And the periwinkle blue morning glory is born
I wake each day- I see the elegant beauty
And thus I am blessed with the buds
They spark my personality- I yearn , I see
This remarkable sight day in , day out - it blooms
As if to say - I speak with my flowing eyes
Permeated deep with the spark of a flower
My tender thoughts - part my lips
And the bees they swarm stinging with reality
They listen to the words that do transpire
In my thoughts parting my ways
I walk in my gardens throughout the days
And my vivid eyes they see this beauteous aura
I built - I designed creating my garden
And the bees sting each day in my mind
In reality I set forth challenging each day
To remind me my garden I walk though, I say
Gives me strength - yet what shall I find?
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