a flower in her hand ,
colours in her writing fall gently from her hand ...
blossoms in her prose writing of things that she knows...
a rose she will say, in words that display,
a fine mind as words pour.in torrents like a waterfall ,
a boquet begun lillies and sun flowers
hung in writings of love passion for this art..
the words that say "how was your day ?
"dressed in fine display ..
a fine hand that say "this is for you "
if tears it does bring then my words
to impart have reached your beating heart
the words become flowers written
from the hand of magic it imparts .
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
a flower in her hand ,
colours in her writing fall gently from her hand ...
blossoms in her prose writing of things that she knows...
a rose she will say, in words that display,
a fine mind as words pour.in torrents like a waterfall ,
a boquet begun lillies and sun flowers
hung in writings of love passion for this art..
the words that say "how was your day ?
"dressed in fine display ..
a fine hand that say "this is for you "
if tears it does bring then my words
to impart have reached your beating heart
the words become flowers written
from the hand of magic it imparts .
this is a poem of a lady with a flower in her hand, written by my best friend Ken for me.
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