All the flowers of May stick out like stems.
Have you ever seen something amazing?
And they are brighter than all of the gems,
Even when it is in the brightest spring.
Why so pretty, they are really wanted?
Where must one go to pluck lovely flowers?
Through perfect fields of grass, they are taunted,
Held high, even through their springly showers.
When it rains their little spirits are taint,
And to better, they sparkle and dazzle.
When sunny, their skins are dipped in bright paint,
The rays touch the flowers with light razzle.
My head is filled with bright and classy prance.
Flowers will shine as the light has to dance.
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Bright, Dancing Flowers (COMPLETED)
PoetryThis is a poem that I wrote as a Shakespearean Sonnet aka iambic pentameter. The cover may seem a tad bit scary, but I assure you the poem is quite happy. I hope you enjoy my poem!
