From underneath her body, A deep magenta silk Bleeds across caresses of pink, Kissing into affectionate sparkles Her sister petals support her well As she blooms into a hug of love Mother blossom is proud of her thorn, Tickling, prickling the fingertips Of all yearning souls Her beauty is fully reserved Thus her hue stains pleasantly Naked eyes near and afar She is the Mother of all mothers, Painting, swirling pompous pictures across the sky From early dawn to the ripeness of dusk..
Reason for writing:
I am a nature lover at heart and I am a big flower woman..I love watching them bloom and make someone's day. I love painting pictures in peoples' minds...
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