Hyacinth
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Holding on to the float of it's fragrance
Yellow trumpets heralding Spring's entrance
Asking only for the kiss of morning dew
Climbing from the last weeks of winter stall
Innocence unveiled and uninterrupted
Nudging the heart towards the warm up of romance
Tempting the senses to stir and surrender
Holding on to the float of it's fragrance
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş