Beside the sea you fill your roll
where the laughter of children
ignites your soul, and
your clustered heads warm and cosy
sit in small hands, to make a posy
you're a bowl of pink, a sweet angels delight
a dessert of beauty to wet the appetite
brightening up the bleakness
of a dull coastal scene
is one of creations priceless dreams.
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The great imagery of this write makes me a witness of a beautiful flower. A wonderful creation.