Tuesday, 2 July 2019


by Francesca West

The lips of each flower open up to the sun
In the morning they invite the day to celebrate
Without which, gifts of their purpose could not be revealed
The sweetness of their scent to our nostrils
The nectar turned to honey for our mouths
The wonder of their beauty in our eyes
A cascading waterfall, streaming into our soul
This pool below, we look at flowers and swim in beauty

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