A Flower-a poem.
A Flower
Now is the time that I miss your face,
It’s winter, and you have gone from the place
Where once I planted a seed of you,
Where you blossomed all day in a way so true.
I collected your seed one Autumn day,
As your demise seemed Oh so far away.
The days became bleak though you looked so bold,
You vanished from sight when the nights turned cold.
Now its the spring and your seeds I sew.
I look forward in hope as I watch them grow.
A cascade of blooms will be soon on their way,
To raise my spirits on a warm summer’s day.
Richard Peej
Wonderful write. 
thanks drelayaraja
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