Soft petals,
blowing in the wind,
Pink, yellow, red,
all the colours that I dream of each night,
in spring, when the weather is just right.
I love them as much as I love to hear my friend sing,
as soft as her voice,
just as wonderful to see.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2026 09:05
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A beautiful poem of what is beauty in all the senses. Nicely crafted
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