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Crystal Freda May 2020
Pedal, pedal
down the carnation rose petals.
Little, pink flowing florets blossom

brightly as the cherry tree settles.

Cinnabar curls wrestled
against her dress's white, linen lace.
A gradient of green grasses glistened
as she pursued on her spring's race.

Lavender and lilac fragrance tingled
her firm senses and her freckled nose.
Easter emblems enlightened her ride
as inhaled the Gardena of a spring rose.

— The End —