Single flowers in the March-time
sun, month of beauty in the deep
disguise-- like rain upon camellias;
whispered celebrations.
Dance in the wind like petals,
sway inside my canopy; enjoy
the crumpled beauty splayed like
sunshine white on canvassed flowers--
crawl up my veins, I'm sure the
statue's flawless.
Single flowers in the March-time
sun, month of beauty in the deep
disguise-- like rain upon camellias;
whispered,
Adara Tangerine...
A silent celebration, and a beauty
so serene.
Honorable mention
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