Flowers rise in May of each year,
The colors so vibrant and new,
Exquisite ways to say Spring is here,
But none of the flowers are as pretty as you.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Flowers rise in May of each year,
The colors so vibrant and new,
Exquisite ways to say Spring is here,
But none of the flowers are as pretty as you.
A dear person requested I write about flowers.
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