A wishing flower rants, hurriedly
Rippling with tossed vanity
Likewise, rumbling in spirited in blossom
With shades of red crimson
In gardens of juvenescence, burgeon
Forlorn spring dances softly
As day holds its head high in satisfaction
The summer near throws loving striations
Spreading opulently in the bright
To such an extent, angels dance in the night
© daniel miltz
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