Dressed in lace, pink ladies dance
'midst the gentle breeze
twirling 'round their parasols,
felicitous, with the other trees,
that, deliciously, dreamily perfumed,
with lusciously supple grace,
and with blush imbued,
cast light upon your smiling face.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something there is in the way buds burst in the springtime that fills the bleakest of hearts.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Lovely write Blue.
Thank you very much!
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