In Dyes Of Magnolia
In dyes of magnolia the season came
A sight so lovely feels like a sip of morning tea
Full of warmth in such blush, I felt to wear
Romantic feel for my beloved – long condoned.
Like the spring surrendered in selfless act
Or the whole of dreamscape reduced to sorrow;
I frenzied a fuzzy glimpse of her forgotten face
Too long I’ve prized the keep in the abysmal heart.