My Forsythia
She was called Forsythia
Born on the first of spring
Hair spun of yellow gold
Her presence made us sing
New life on horizon
In beauty may she grow
Radiant diviner
Perennial tableau
She was called Forsythia
We love our Golden Belle
Casting love in the sun
She has us in her spell
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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