Flowers
Such a lovely fragrance,
In many a season or clime,
Be it rose, daisy, or lily,
Or a creeping, climbing vine.
Whichever it may be,
Whenever it may bloom,
Honor its glory and beauty,
For it will vanish all too soon.
Lora Frikken ~ 10-6-02
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