A window box replete with flowery grace
Now blossoms by her bedroom, petals bend
Now east, now west as gusty signals send
Indications, perfumed puffs puffs chase.
Each flower seems reflection of fair face,
Softly sweet, whose charms all beauty blend,
Perfection Time can’t mar, thus must befriend,
Enchanted by bright smile. Eternal trace
Too beautiful for words which would embrace
Unconsciously wide world which knows no end.
Neatly from Past to Future must it wend
Its way through time as truth none would efface.
A floral tribute perfumes one whose heart
Seems like fair blossoms, beauty set apart!
27 July 1992 robi3_1358_robi3_0000
Acrostic Sonnet Annie's Petunias
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