My Rare Flower (A Rhupunt Poem) Poem by Chris Embrick

My Rare Flower (A Rhupunt Poem)



Between showers, she spends hours
planting flowers in the sunshine
When beauty shows, each English rose
delights her nose in the Springtime
For birds and bees, the flowers, trees
fill every breeze with smell sublime
Her beauty rare, none to compare
I linger there, near my flower.

Saturday, March 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty of rose,flowers,love,spring
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Chris Embrick

Chris Embrick

Commerce, Georgia
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