Androgynous, jovial, ruby-dotted shrub perched within the humble, festive abode,
Splayed about to serve as decor wherever it is welcome.
Sprucing up the warm, kind locality in its innocent, jolly state of being,
The white flower-speckled holly, with all of its spiky, fern-like branches,
Brightens the home's interior as illuminated as a towering lamp,
Alluring the shaded iris so as to fulfill its bestowed, vital duty during such a wintry time of year.
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Tempest
PoetryA collection of poems written by Mystery1305. Winter, ice, and everything cold. Highest rank: #7 -bookofpoems Highest rank: #8 - winteriscoming Disclaimer: The images used do not belong to me whatsoever, and all of them belong to their rightful own...
