Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Flower Farm Is My Heart

Your grin,
the warm glowing sunshine,
Raindrops are your magical
words,

Flower farm is my heart and is
Rendezvous for
hamming birds.

What a sight,
Plenty of flowers are planted
inside me,

Roses of every kind
Red mixed with white,
you should come
and see.

I wanna take you on a tour ,
And love to walk you
in this place,

For
Something is telling to me that
Your heart is a unique
flower vase.

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