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“Flowers are restful to look at.
They have neither emotions nor conflicts”
Sigmund Freud
Violets
Hiding, from the scorching sun
Their beauty set to stun
For that special someone
Who dares to look and become one
With nature’s fun
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“Flowers are restful to look at.
They have neither emotions nor conflicts”
Sigmund Freud
Violets
Pretty in purple
Sometimes, quite regal
Beauty nonverbal
Always, universal
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“The fairest thing in nature, a flower,
still has its roots in earth and manure”
D. H. Lawrence
Flowery
Blooming and budding
Both equally stunning
So just keep
Those cameras running
There is much more coming
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“The fairest thing in nature, a flower,
still has its roots in earth and manure”
D. H. Lawrence
Flowery
While bundled together
The orange flavoured
Flowers of spring
Came here to sing
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“The fairest thing in nature, a flower,
still has its roots in earth and manure”
D. H. Lawrence
Flowery
The big red bells
Their beauty sell
Soon you too
Are under their spell
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“The fairest thing in nature, a flower,
still has its roots in earth and manure”
D. H. Lawrence
Flowery
Roses are pink
Violets can be blue
Before this in sinks
And you realize,
I did not have a clue
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“Everyone is a moon,
and has a dark side
which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
Moon’s Many Faces
Moon at daylight
Seems it won the fight
Against the rising sunlight
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“Everyone is a moon,
and has a dark side
which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
Moon’s Many Faces
Half visible
Half hidden
But never miserable
When in my vision
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“Everyone is a moon,
and has a dark side
which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
Moon’s Many Faces
A fullest of moons
In the night sky of suburbia
The followers swoon
Of the rarest form of morphia
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“Everyone is a moon,
and has a dark side
which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
Moon’s Many Faces
Dark moon
Light moon
But still,
Both of them
Came too soon
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