Flower Power
The colored flowers are the most beautiful thing in the world, and we have to stand still with this phenomenon.
Red, purple, green
As I have seen
A little brown as been
Colored in the fields
That is what heals
Not even on high heels
Sand between my toes
Walking to the bows
In my white clothes
Looking to this field
Makes me so wield
You made me peeled
Your colors are mine
Each one of them are fine
I want you to combine
Just to have you at home
So I can touch you, handsome
I'll take you to Rome
Your color is so beautiful
And to me so dutiful
For me very crucial
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Agnes Laurens
Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.
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