Poem -
Meadow Rose
Upon meadows artistry grows
There grew most envious rose
Scanning all colors it saw
Taking count, oneβs own flaw
Not seeing forest for glade
If only it had riches to trade
Lulling βneath balmy sunbeam
Embittered by no self-esteem
Petals soft as silk
Flowing like natures milk
Β Exquisite tints of indigo blue
Dazzling each breath it drew
Blossom yonder envious too
Coveting heavenly hue
What wouldnβt they bestow
How divine itβd be to grow
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Comments
Hello Lisa,
brilliantly doneΒ
beautiful and mesmerisingΒ
Great writeΒ
Lorna xxx
Beautiful work. πΉπΉπΉ
Simply stunning Lisa x
Absolutely stunning, poetry and nature, simply gorgeous.Β π
Psst. You're on fire at the moment. Really enjoyed this read~
Hi Lisa,
I can always recognise your style. Great poem.
Leah
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