Red is in the flower beds of roses, petunias and carnations,
Blooms dream in magical moonlight, now that stars are out,
And permeate a deep, black night, with burgundy fragrance!
Amidst the rich pearl dewdrops, breezes are scattered about,
As fond reveries of bronzed sunshine, under pale stars flout!
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A beautiful poem worthy of profuse appreciation.5 stars.
I appreciate your warm sentiments very much