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When Flowers Dream

On Earth's bare bosom, do flowers dream? A panoply of beauty flitting from flower to flower, with bees reeling drunk in their ecstasy. As a flock of vivid white crepes stroll an apricot sky, chirps of restless cuckoos chuckle in chorus. In the goodness of this conjured grandeur enchanted in splendour of their pristine smiles, do flowers dream, staring up in awe at the sky? In melody of marigolds, and hedges of honeysuckles, a sweetheart waits for it's favourite butterfly to return, wirh fragile wings fanning frills of pink gladiolous. Perhaps that's when flowers dream. A Lily of the Valley veiled in heavenly dusk with purple pansies, and bewitching buttercups, vanilla orchids in some caramel mellow scent, satin glossy leaves, showing hyacinths translucent. Among thousand vignettes of golden glowing topaz dreams of flowers float, their petals become rain, only to be pricked in sharp thorns. a painful truth behind those fairy tales in prose. specks of red blood adorn their rainbow robes. Forget me Nots giggling, He loves you Not! In mystery of allure, dreams are lost. Date written 11th July 2020 Contest Name The Flower, The Thorn Or Both | Date judged 11th July 2020

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Date: 8/1/2020 10:13:00 PM
Your gorgeous muse releases a fragrance of woven emotions as I read. This is a fave for me. I wish it had been placed in the earlier contest. Congratulations for your win in this contest. This is an extraordinary one. Blessings and love :)
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Date: 7/29/2020 7:09:00 PM
Debjani, congratulations on your win in my NA/HM contest _Constance
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