Flowers dancing in the breeze,
Children sniffing, down on their knees.
But the flower doesn't bite,
For it is too gentle, too alight.
In the morn, when the dew is set,
A drop rolls of the pretty rosette.
Petals outreached, the flower shows off its beauty.
Before closing up, tightly and ambitiously.
Waiting for winter to rest,
Waiting for springs request.
Then it will open again,
More beautiful than a wren.
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Author:
Lizzy Renee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2017 13:39
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
Flowers and BIRDS are both very pretty and are often compared in simile ? But to say an Open Rose is more Beautiful than a Wren is true but new to me ! Thanks for caring and sharing a perfect STRUCTURE (rhyming couplets) and a perfect SUBJECT ! Two more lines and it would be a Sonnet ! Yours BRIAN (UK)
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Very, very lovely Lizzy!
I'm a flowerlover so I'm mighty pleased that u r back with this beautiful lovely poem. I ESP liked how u say ' springs request. Kudos.
Nice to read from u again. Hope u will write your thoughts too about my latest poem, under it.
Take care pal.
This lovely poem reminds me of my rose garden in St.Eustache. For the last 30 years though, living in Hawaii, I have not experienced any winter anymore.
Merci beaucoup, ton poem est tres tres bon.
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