A hue, sadly elated
Her smile warmed winter’s breath
And carried through life and death
Shrouded in a tinge of mystic aura
Violet is neither bold nor bland
It adds a hint of subtlety to any piece of art
And gives life to the soul of the human heart
Revere at the sight of a million floras
Embrace the presence of a single one
Enthralled by her beauty
Leaving all things said and done
A smile, more than mere flirt
Thank you, my dear violet.
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The oak's icy outline,
Etched against the sky,
Winter's cold has stripped it bare,
Naked to the eye.
Sitting in the snow,
Beside this tall, strong friend,
There's warmth, steady comfort,
Promise the storm will end.
Inside the massive trunk,
A river of life flows,
Winter cold gives way to spring,
Hope of rebirth grows.
In the sun, a bud appears,
Unfolding a velvety leaf,
A new season arrives from patience,
Wisdom, and true belief.
Underneath the shady boughs,
The oak's rejoicing splendor,
Forget the blizzard's bitter touch,
The surviving bond, remember.
Thank you is all I can say, I dedicated one of my fave poems to you and really hope you'll like it. Have a great monday will. =)
miss violet is one hella hot chick!
I am just a passerby which happened to chance upon your blog. you are a good writer and i liked that poem you wrote for violet, she is really beautiful as the poem.
no dissing??
but compliments??
nice..
thank you
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