Ency Bearis


Ah, Magnolia Flowers


Where and when the war gone thru
Who had endurance in this earth around
Flowers had existed before the bees, it grows
Beauty of this flowers we see abound

Ah, magnolia flowers of all time unweary
The visual aspect of the purple queen
Or the white virginian flowers so cheery
Arises splendidly with dignity seen

To youth pink magnolia added joy
Beauty and perseverance we admire
Where in Spring and Summer we enjoy
Lovely flowers tenacity and desire

Submitted: Friday, May 21, 2010

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  • Tsira Gogeshvili (5/21/2010 1:54:00 PM)

    Where in Spring and Summer we enjoy
    Lovely flowers tenacity and desire
    ...............................................................
    Ency, is beautiful your poem .. As itself a magnolia, perfectly dizzy.10.
    Tsira (Report) Reply

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