Fragrant Flora (Poem No.4)

Colors of joy,

Intensifier of beauty,

Symbol of love and peace,

Scent is maleficent,

Buds who bloom,

Are the righteous flowers.

New born's grow,

old once bid,

Tiny stem is stiff,

unless broke.

Learn from the trees,

It holds a life lesson.

Blossom bushes,

Brings us the joy,

may it be for a moment,

But sets up a smile,

Can't thank enough to you,

Oh dear flowers- thee light up our lives.

- I am Anonymous Hope❤★

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Poem no.4