May Flowers

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The May flowers are the creatures of spring,
Dripped upon by a leaking faucet,
Hiding shyly within their shells,
Slowing waking up to the heat on their faces.

Reaching the bathing pool of light,
They blossom like the colors in a rainbow,
Radiant and full of tranquility,
Each one unique as the names we are given.

Giving off a scent of purity in ones heart,
Their comfort fills the air with relaxation,
Having petals as soft as feathers,
But enjoyable as a smile on an infant.





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