When Whilst Thou Thy Elegance Splay
Thou art growth not for behind weeds
To hide and toil in suffocating silence
A flower thou art, hidden is an impudence
Gloweth, blossometh thou art; so draweth looks to thy bouquet
The pungent fragrance of thy plump petals hath a voice that captureth all
The flagrant shade of thy colour, 'tis to tameth eyes and maketh sprawl
Sprout, sprout, tarry behind weeds not; this dormancy becomes you not
Thy beauty, hast a cause to't
Thy radiance, hast a purpose to 'fit
A flower thou art, hidden is an impudence
Sprout, sprout, tarry behind weeds not; this dormancy becomes you not
Copyright © White Sage | Year Posted 2016
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