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The Truest of Flowers
I gathered round the garden bed,
Soil so soft and fair,
Smelling the flowers,
From lived long hours,
Well tended in my care.
As heaven broke through clouded skies,
It whispered a softened tune,
Of a long lived rhyme,
A familiar time,
Straight from the mouth of June.
It said no more,
The words they faded,
Into the summer air,
I stopped and shuddered,
My heart a’flutter,
These words I now must share.
So I’ll say the classic tune,
As whispered to my ear,
Words from above,
To those in love,
For everyone to hear.
Roses as red as reddest wine,
Violets deep as the ocean blue,
So sweet and serene,
From Gaia's green,
But not as sweet as you. ❤️
© M T Lewin
Soil so soft and fair,
Smelling the flowers,
From lived long hours,
Well tended in my care.
As heaven broke through clouded skies,
It whispered a softened tune,
Of a long lived rhyme,
A familiar time,
Straight from the mouth of June.
It said no more,
The words they faded,
Into the summer air,
I stopped and shuddered,
My heart a’flutter,
These words I now must share.
So I’ll say the classic tune,
As whispered to my ear,
Words from above,
To those in love,
For everyone to hear.
Roses as red as reddest wine,
Violets deep as the ocean blue,
So sweet and serene,
From Gaia's green,
But not as sweet as you. ❤️
© M T Lewin
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