Blossom by Melina Raven Maness DieboldA soft wind between this curtain tangled, mangled vines A wafting aroma of perfumed petals welcomes me A blissful brook babbles by encircling this haven Covering myself with a floral blanket and a clover wreath upon my brow I whisper "My love! Where are you?" I am here he says In this beautiful garden made yet even more beautiful by this heavenly blossum that stands before me clover wreah upon its brow With a sweeter perfume than the sweetest scent This blossum of yourself
04/02/2002 Posted on 04/02/2002 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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