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Geranium
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett
Though I’m unable to bear the coldest days,
My heart is eager when they put me on display,
All my buds and blooms seem like a blaze,
Vibrant hues of scarlet and cerise smile hooray!
Summer silences all my doubts about being enough.
With the sunlit reflections mirroring my soul,
There are even days when I feel like hot stuff.
It is assured that my splendor can surely console!
Melancholic when autumn calls my name,
Promising me a future without blossoms or leaves,
It won’t be very long and I’ll bow my head in shame,
My summer heart hides amid shadows as she grieves!
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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