Scorching like the late afternoon sun ,
Hot like a summer day without the breeze,
Warm like the frying pan with bacon crisping,
Innocent like the rabbit until it is slain,
Cold as dawn in winter,
Damp as the face of person that had been crying on days end.
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Floral Acquaintances
PoetryNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
