the flowers of a heart are so true
she holds them close just for you
this love is brown and wild blue,
so unabashed in her love for you

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the flowers of a heart are so true
she holds them close just for you
this love is brown and wild blue,
so unabashed in her love for you
autumn calls to us from across the sea
shades of vernal delight take your soul
here sunlight hides behind grey clouds
there the burgeon march gathers pace
little flowers dance in the breeze for you
leaves fall onto deserted streets for me
Springtime in Autumn.
Buds bloom, and flowers blossom
confused by the warmth.
An owl watches and ponders,
a pause to see the flowers.
A tree stood near our fence; we knew not what it was.
Winter came, then went, as Spring started anew.
The tree grew buds, which bloomed into flowers, as the
cherry blossoms moved and danced for us in that Spring.
A warped view of life
Hidden illumination
Unseen flowers bloom
Wind from the hills moves down,
moving across fields of colour.
Waves of the sea move through
the spring blossoming flowers –
moving, swaying, blooming.
A melody plays in the wind,
a song from the many birds.
Whispers of so many scents
dance in a poem on the wind –
melody, music, movement.
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine is brighter than the light
So surreal,
yet the flowers don’t
have spoons for hands.
The summer and the winter will pass,
as the good and the bad will pass.
Be like the many flowers in spring
or the colourful trees in autumn.
Wear hope like a cashmere scarf
around your neck to remind you that
we will all go back to mossy mud.
Then live your life.