He rests the white flower in its waiting vase
Vaugely smiling upon the brown, darkened soil
Then sets the arrangement in its hallowed place
And waters the morning garden, ever so loyal
At once a thunderous storm begins brewing
And sets to air an aroma that he could hug
So lovely, he can’t help ‘fore his eyes start dewing
While he frantically looks for his favorite mug
*my obligatory wp coffee post
Very nice
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Beautiful ๐
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I love the lines “At once a thunderous storm begins brewing
And sets to air an aroma that he could hug”. Great imagery!
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This is beautiful.
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Thanks
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You are welcome.
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That’s Lovely! ๐
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I shall think of your poem every morning now when I make my coffee. ๐
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