I spend hours.
Looking at flowers.
GOD made love.
Like foam soapsuds.
All colors abound.
Very silent sound.
Gives time grace.
Flowers find place.
WHAT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ever - more.
Flower by the door.
A divine winsome floral touch poem. A delight to read!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Joe, I enjoyed your poem. I wanted to thank you for your support of my work in the past. I hope you have a wonderful New Year! Loyd