Beauty of a thistle
stuck deep inside
buried here within
the heart I hide
I wear the cornflower
upon my sleeve
and yet unknown
I quietly grieve
As snowdrops dance
in winter gardens
I take my chance
to find my pardon
For this secret lays
where nobody knows
yet shows on my face
in the presence of
my Christmas rose
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شِعر"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
