MAY FLOWERS: DAY 14 BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Those were the May days of old

Those were the May hours of gold

• May is for flora of love.
• A banquet of life flavors,
• A lovely garden of flowers  
• A dream to come as true

Those were the May days of old

Those were the May hours of gold

• May is for fragrance of adore,
• A feast of butterflies,
•  A gorgeous backyard colors,
•  A lyric to blossom as song

Those were the May days of old

Those were the May hours of gold

• When twilight falls after the day,
• Into the embrace of the hush of dark
• With fire flies in a smell of mid-night,
• Surrounding flame lights to lust.

Those were the May days of old

Those were the May hours of gold

• Mother Nature had decorated a new
•  wedding chamber for May queen,
• with pillows and bed sheets to lay,
• a black blanket spreads over the night

Those were the May days of old,

Those were the May hours of gold

• Her eyes were full with star dust;
• her hair was the gold from the sun,
•  A dance with elegance of bluebird,
• till the end of her dreams fulfilled  

Those were the May days of old

Those were the May hours of gold

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI