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Tag Archives: it’s a love thing
Love Is
I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.
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Tagged flowerbeds, it's a love thing, John Biscello, Poetry, seasons, snowflake's fancy, spring kisses winter
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How the Heart Sings
The heart, a nocturnal flower, with light on its lips, holds in tenderest esteem every single thing under the sun, budding to perish, to seed praise without fetters or distinction.
