Dear spring, I pray thee,
Bring forth thy fruit to me.
Let the flowers open to see the world,
And their beauty, mine to touch.
Picnics in the park, never ending be,
Like the red gingham on which I sit.
Greener grasses, to tickle me,
As I lie in my laze,
And gaze into the haze of the sky.
With beautiful gingham heels,
That help me stand tall and high.
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Pearls
PoetryJust pearls, blossoms, Daisy's, diamonds, emeralds, topaz, rubies and pearls. Soft water drops, shinning stars, mountains filled with roses, and fields of wisteria that's what this poem book is all about. Cover made by the amazing @daisydotdoodles.
