Blossom Of Love

Who can question flower’s beauty
That in exquisite splendour
Blossoms of life’s passion
A sign of grace and pride
Worth a thousand words.

With  a pure innocence
Opens to the flirtatious butterfly
Gazing in intense admiration
Enamored by its presence
Spreading fragrance in the arms
Captivated in unconditional acceptance.

In a passive pleasure
Of soft hearted emotions
A flower truly blooming
By touch of a butterfly
With her essence of sweetness.

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asoke kumar mitra
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lovely write, imagery used are unique in nature.

J.rid
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Beautiful and it wont be long before those delicate creatures will fly again.
Also the young people and animals will know Spring is time for courships.

Fabrizio Frosini
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A lovely poem, filled with the beauty of Nature

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